Thursday, October 19, 2023

The Reality of the Anti

the anti-hydrogen atoms drifted down like maple leaves in October

Even antimatter falls
Toward a heavy body—
There is no exotica

That avoids needing to join
Together with greater mass—
Not even the opposite

Of objects can be immune
To gravity’s fond embrace.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down,

Which is to say all gather
For the cosmic, crushing love
That leads to exploding stars,

Vast galaxies, and black holes.
Why this should be so, who knows?
But if there is one true law

That governs all, it must be
Gravity, curved compulsion
Of all to fall together—

Even entropy can be
Locally, a while, reversed,
But gravity never swerves.

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