When the Sun Explodes: a poem by John McKinley Pride Jr
"When the Sun Explodes"
will I be there when the sun explodes?
Will I see the sun unfold?
will I see scattering rays of white and yellow?
Will I watch it unfold into prisms of gold and amazing colors?
This surely will be a most beautiful death in my mind.
I think there will be no time for pain or suffering.
just a solid brazing light to take us away; when the sun explodes will we hear?
Will we hear anything at all?
will the planets act like dominoes and fall into one another?
Will I be there when the sun explodes?
By John McKinley Pride Jr