Showering stars are descending.
Each crater creates a new park.
It’s Meteor Town never ending.
A literal scream after dark.
O where are you now, Stephen Hawking?
The bodies are outlined in chalking.
Who’d guess that a rock
Big as this one could fly?
The townsfolk look up
And get ready to die.
It’s Meteor Town and its sad destiny.
A target for mountains of flying debris.
The chamber of commerce
Appeals to the nation:
“Come visit us,
Make suicide a vacation.”
Its Meteor Town
Where the theme song is “Taps.”
It’s marked not with “X,”
But a hole in most maps.