all right, you astronomers
you sweepers of the heavens
you searchers for star-dust
with the powerful eye...
come with me into the core
of yesterday
follow me into the heavens
of a forgotten world
study these fragments of lost jupiters
splattered on a mine roof
in mute constellations
i am an astronomer
i have counted stars
i know what stars are made of
i have picked stars
picked stars with my fingers
held stars in my hands
black stars...
a million years from neptune
a million light-years from the moon
a million dirt-years from daylight!
come on, you star-gazers
you combers of the heavens
you searchers for star-dust
with the powerful eyes
count these boulder stars
black stars of the miner
j.m. wilson
