For George


Our lives began with the death of an ancient star,
Hero of the cosmic wars raged by infant gods,
So bored playing old games in small places. A new
Game then for tired children fighting. What little hope

They held to find delight. Old gods with rigid eye
Saw nothing. But travelers return from afar
With bold tales of other worlds where rogue gods gather
Particles to play with one another. Such scope

Of life never imagined. But could it be true?
An empire built from stardust? Death strikes a blow;
Love fights back. Young gods sacrifice a star by force
That we might awaken here. Live beads strung on rope

Of spun light. May we breathe the death force, we who are
Born of war, who can never be healed without you.