The night that you were born,
'Two stars died'. Your grandpa said
That repeatedly over the years.
The counterfactuals you learn
As you grow old.
The twinkling phenomenon,
The nebula, supernova and
The light-year distance.
On the day of his demise,
You approach his stout body
While women sat around crying.
You touch his feet for one
Last time to pay homage.
And whisper in the ears,
"Guess two stars are born tonight".
It seemed like his lips realigned
Into a crooked smile in approval.
And the stars far away in the
Distance said WTF in their language
And farted together in a fury,
Which lasted longer than
Human history.