Cannibal Cluster

What’s that going on there, now?
Just stars eating each other.

Silly privilege to have
The leisure to discuss things,

Earthlings, barely following
The action, busy chatting

Amongst ourselves, unscrolling
The latest news and gossip

Of ten trillion little lives
In such a quiet corner

Of gravity’s fields of play,
Way out here in the cheap seats,

The nosebleeds, with a sidearm
View of all the big doings,

But safely so far away.
Good day for a game today.