Look you! the ancients had it right:
God did toss Satan out of heaven.
But this happened long before
Lemnos bejewelled the Aegean.
Cast off into a far corner
of the universe
He made the most of it, took a gamble
On a lone star
Grown to implode any eon now. Helped along,
Soundlessly it fell in upon itself,
Swelled again and burst
Spewing light not seen in these parts
Since time began.
He'd make himself a spiral galaxy
Of the whole damned mess. Why not?
And here was the gamble: if he could spin
One central humming core
And set around it fragments of congealing muck
With any luck he'd have a place
Where in the cooling
Chemicals might bond to form some other
Heretofore unknown and living shape.
But made of matter. Behold! Now here we are:
The warm detritus of a fallen star.