Heavenly Hubble sees the bubble,
Boil and grumble, roil and rumble,
Toil and tumble of the huddle—
Globes a-glowing, globs a-bursting
Nebulae of bright stars birthing
Pyrotechnic cosmos mirthing!
Hubble peers at the farthest stars
Sees the dance of quirky quasars,
Hears the beat of pounding pulsars
And the rhumbas of the novas
That explode with cosmic lavas
In the very distant vistas,
Seeing far with light-years’ sight
The milky isles of whitest white
Which make our sun not very bright!
But does Hubble see the muddle
Right beneath—the triple trouble
Where billions of people huddle?
Planet’s warming, life’s a battle,
Earth could turn to piles of rubble—
It’s a fright to burst our bubble.
Hubble, Hubble, magical eye
Find us a safe place in the sky
So we can flee should the planet die…
And riding our rockets,
…wave ‘Good-bye!’
2007