He Could Not But Live, And So He Lived

Take how death comes to a star—
As the star runs out of fuel,
Mass rules and it all falls in.

The fused core makes shock waves bounce,
But the waves must fight what falls,
And as each wave moves, it slows.

If there is a twist at heart,
The star may burst like a glass,
Shaped like an hour, the waves freed.

But if this is not the case,
We need to know why. What makes
Some hearts so smooth they don’t burst,

But sink and dim or turn black?
It’s not as if stars are lives
For real. A dark core has not died.