Sagittarius A

Ten thousand light years from Orion’s Arm,
my eye is naked and
distinguished. Your small satellite orbits
my dark regions with aim.

I am uninhabitable with my gas,
and dust, and hot stars
spiraling in mass distribution.
Call me Sagittarius A….

and I will call you instable,
with your fictional planets
swaying with indefinite motion,

your thick Dwarf Elliptical
cancels out my Galaxy
over and
over again.