Burning stars 

Early poets ,now late, hardly care
For stars around or future ones.
They are burning in indifference.

Their burning is going on nonstop
Leaving no residue of emptiness.
Nobody gives a damn to missing.

(On reading W.H.Auden’s poem The More Loving One)

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