VICTIMS

I was burning
Burning with indignation
At the vast carnage
Perpetrated 
By the geometry of space and time.
I  weighed the pain of a single life 
Against the several galaxies of black holes
I once saw in a dream
(Stretching I hoped not forever),
Anticipating that they would be about equal.
It was revealed to me 
With mathematical precision that
That there are only victims,
That my rage has no antecedent, 
And that the solution to the equation
Is pity.