Nature

Famously late, light reaches us
eons past its own extinction,

I wore the face of the animal to lure the animal into shooting range.

This was symmetry. 

    shortened are the number of times 
I will speak to my father alive
 the days I can just goof off and no one cares 

The stillness you prize.
Won’t prize you back. Two beefsteaks.
Ripening on a windowsill. A purple tray.
Piled with coal. From the field.
Of solemn brothers calling.
Your name in unison you learn.
Men are irrelevant but.
Persistent symmetries are not.