we eat our young

the eyes are dark
with pupils as all encompassing
as the black and starless sky
and, oh, how they are hungry

they belong to us
or the us we will become:
the huddled masses in
the ice caves on
the far side of pluto,
who, clutching too hard with
shivering brittle hands,
cast shadows across shadows
registering nothing
with these black and starving eyes.

young ones,
be careful.
it is in your nature to shine
burning off the excesses of the
big bang mystery you're propelled
expelled from.
have a care where you shine
and where your light falls.

for their eyes are hungry
and would be more than happy
to relieve you of your dazzling burden
more than happy to swallow you whole
and afterglow from within for but a moment
like bloated fluorescent bottom-feeding fish.

we, they, we
eat our young.