Now the universe takes its last breath

and the black holes have stitched themselves

the dust in the void comes to a halt

and the planets slow to zero

The skies are in last session and the suns

queue for the most appointed of hours

to the funereal hum of rumor

that it is no god that will come

When the heavens themselves are cheated

and we know we lie unjudged

I turn to you, unlikely keeper,

Where deep inside

the stars are still alive

Rohit Chopra is assistant professor of communication at Santa Clara University, US. He is the editor of Interjunction ( and runs the blog Anti-History (

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