BETELGEUSE (Big Orange Ball Of Hot Air)
An elderly giant, beyond your time,.
you were the candidate most thought might blow;
you fit the classic, tragic paradigm.
All focused on you, expecting a show …
“The hotter the star, the briefer its span.”
When recently you began to look dim,
we hoped to bear witness as you began
to detonate, shrinking as a prelim.
Now though that all the data’s assembled,
we know that, though you seem dimmer to us,
you’re the same sun you’ve always resembled,
but you’ve obscured our view with veils of dust.
We may miss your supernova, because
it seems your belched out gas is all it was.