If Hawking Is Right
My colleague Rob I dutifully
congratulated for single-handedly
setting Twitter and Facebook ablaze
(he was honored to announce)
had appeared in a journal to great éclat
Irrespective of Hawking's planetary mopes,
surely dozens will skim the tropes
marching Rob's lines immortally on—
at least till he's gone.
But if Hawking is right
and 100 years or so from tonight
we receive the ultimate finger flip,
that big daddy rejection slip,
the extolling of our worths
in the face of Mother Earth's
potential demise seems gratuitous.
My bad. I'm still jealous!
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Darrell Petska would
be pleased to hear them.