hooves

wont be anything
not a racer
not a long hearted ship looker
shipped out to space oceans
or a star cluster
or a body muster
to say just what anyone would say
these things like words
you see say poems
are just poems
and poems do nothing
poems sit here and say back
there is nothing to say again
just a gaping galaxy
just a tiny boy slowly dying
soon to be smaller parts
that no longer resemble anything other than dust