Phases of Venus

I have swung with Galileo, selling new world

views to lonely sorrowers in the spotlight

of collapsed suns

 

The conversions are isochronous; from speculation

to contempt with the pull of a string

as the minds are drawn back

 

It’s easier to tuck heresies between my legs

one hundred at a time

than to tumble these crumbling towers

 

Regardless of weight, worth or birth

all things fall