Finale
The great star Eta Carinae reclines,
spine scarce inclined from the galactic plane.
Polar axis ominously aligns
along a Milky Way star-studded vein.
If predictions hold, the star will implode
and explode with rare hypernova force.
A black hole will dwell where the core once glowed.
Poles, a double-barrelled gamma-ray source.
Good luck to any civilization
which lies in their atmosphere-strafing path.
May they escape the first conflagration
and far-reaching pumped X-ray aftermath.
Our galaxy hums with fun, thrills and strife,
the arbitrary adventures of Life!
ETA CARINAE
Eyes
Turn to
Argo's keel,
Carina's stars.
Awash with hot zeal,
Raging behemoths spar.
Inside an effluvial
Nebula, a luminous blue
Avatar cedes to gravity's heel.
Eyes turn to Argo's keel, Carina's stars.
41° LUCKY
Ten thousand light years-
a safe distance from the poles.
Our view is oblique.
Earth to Eta Carinae-
Seven thousand, six hundred.
poem by Diane Hine
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