Recently, astronomers have snapped
lurid photos of our gal
axy with another gal
axy. Alone in their labs,
they finger the explosive release
of energy, captured on
their candid negatives, eye the
lascivious blurring of bound
aries, and, experiencing the world
alone and through their solitary
lens -- highly polished, but inverting --
they labeled this congress cannibalism.
The Milky Way is eating
the other. Sure. Could be.
But I look at the way
it rocks our world
and changes the night sky
and makes the very stars shudder
and I call it marriage.