Literary Work The supermassive black hole at the core of the supergiant elliptical galaxy M87
Powehi Craig Dobson Craig Dobson’s fiction and poetry were published in The London Magazine, The Rialto, The Literary Hatchet, THINK, Better Than Starbucks, The Dark Horse, Poetry Salzburg Review, Poetry Ireland Review, The Ekphrastic Review and Active Muse, North, Stand, Prole, Butcher’s Dog, Magma and The Poetry Daily website. He lives and works in the UK.
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They’ve seen one, now. A meaninglessness of zeros across its godawful maw – that vast, doughnut-shaped plughole which absolutely nothing – let alone your curious bait – can escape, when it’s too late to realise that it’s you who’s caught, you who’s tied to the doom chord, the umbilicus of void reeling your hopelessness in towards wonder’s unglinting hook lodged right in the mirroring trap from which you cannot even begin to fathom the shout that couldn’t even begin to fathom squeaking its way back out – and, even if it could, all that it would say was that you were traceless history, not even a thought fossil, not even the dead light of your hope’s star, let alone the great scientific fisherman you’d once dreamed could cast from imagination’s shore, beyond the border of information – and light, let’s not forget – among rich shoals of unknowing that swarm the dim horizon where your gravity now meets a far graver one, whose heart’s great backward loss pumps everything in, drains the very medium of being, robs a whole universe blind, morning, noon & night, punctures entirety with a dark hunger’s unending, stellar greed – barely even to be conceived, let alone weighed, in the unimaginable mass of its need.
