Skittering, white, through a sea of bright crumbs,
they race toward the same dark space.
What then, their claws of fire, tails in terrible milky arcs?
Suns will fly from their teeth,
burning from white to blue to black.
They will fall together through a door of empty mass,
not knowing.

Copyright © 2006, Meg Smith

Image Credit: NASA, H. Ford (JHU), G. Illingworth (UCSC/LO), M.Clampin (STScI), G. Hartig (STScI), the ACS Science Team, and ESA

Meg Smith is a writer, journalist and Oriental dancer living in Lowell, Mass. Her writing has appeared in The Gothic Revue,, Lost In the Dark, Dreams of Decadence,, The End, The Café Review, The Bridge Review, Pudding, Tryst, and others. Her poem, “Huracán,” received an honorable mention from St. Martin’s Press Year’s Best Fantasy And Horror. She has published a book of poetry, The First Fire. She is editor and publisher of Red Eft, an occasional journal of fantasy, horror and speculative literature, now online at She is a staff writer for Jareeda, a trade magazine of Middle Eastern dance, and associate editor of Middle Eastern Dance in New England. She welcomes visits to her web site at