paradox

go ahead, shoot a nuclear silver arrow
at the sun. then shoot a bullet
at an appletini in a highball glass
resting on my head. if your stupid
theory is correct, both
the sun and I are equally
safe from your weapons,
no matter how good or bad
your aim. except for that pesky detail
of how a dude named William
disproved that before
I was even born.

I never knew you, X,
but clearly this world
was never meant
for one as beautiful
as you.