I am a shooting star propelling toward Earth.
Velocity rising,
my hot blue radiance
a warning to those below.
The men make measures of my luminosity, scrutinizing
my shape
my color
my temperature.
Will it all end in an explosive cosmic collision?
They declare that I shall be
their own celestial prize.
Bestow me with their name,
lay claim to their discovery.
And for the briefest of moments,
I give them the pleasure of
passing through their orbit
Only to continue on,
hurtling toward the unknown
as the men wonder at my audacity
for proving them wrong.