Russian Roulette by Mark A. Murphy

When the last wandering stars

             expire–

existence on the temporal plane

will end, because we’re all equal
in death, ending all sense

            of superiority.

As if one man’s thoughts of hell

could imperil all life on Earth

or for that matter all life in the cosmos

No safety net or homecoming

No help mate or salvation

No eternal life or eternal damnation

No memory of cancer, earthquake

             or tsunami

Only an eternity of nothingness

for the man with the Medusa Touch