"The Starry Heavens Above Me" A Poem

The Stars we see

In the Heavens above us

Which we so admire

are all but few of them

Fading or long since dead suns

We stare we must acknowledge

Into the face of Death every night

Could it not be then

That the all-encompassing ever-growing light-machinery

Modern man erects around himself

serves but to blind out

the mortality of the Universe?

The starry heavens above me - Kant once wrote

When he was nearly a poet

What else could he have meant

Than death himself

- Johannes Achill Niederhauser