The Universe The Universe is getting worse With global warming, threats of war. Will we, a pinnacle or curse, Go with a sizzle or a roar? While standing here upon the brink I ponder: Mercury or Mars? But then as night comes on I think The Universe is made of stars.
Bruce McGuffin’s poetry has appeared in Light, Lighten Up Online, The Asses of Parnassus, Better Than Starbucks, Snakeskin, and other journals. He divides his time between Lexington MA where he works as an engineer in a radio factory, and Antrim NH where he writes poetry and avoids being useful.