Gravity felled

There are these small dogs

of attraction

that are constantly chomping

at every movement

of an object’s progression

by momentum.

It is as if these dogs

were only composed

of salivating mouths

that are already open

and filling all of space

before any object’s

imminent arrival

and invisibly,

almost in reflex

the voracious grind begins

upon every initial entry.

Tiny rapid piranha-like nips

but massive furious amounts

of them

are ever expanding

to accommodate

the intrusion’s wholeness.

There are deep cutting bites

that suck at the soupy essence

of weight over mass in motion.

There is an eating away

at the previous version

of this mass in movement

now just nanoseconds old,

only to reduce and re-identify it

in its statement of forward motion.

By continually slowing its motion

into the ever-chew

of these insatiable jaws,

this ongoing viciousness

is what we would call

the fisticuffs of friction.

And within this dog-fest

of action, an object,

perhaps any object

brought into

this worldly environment

is slowed of its progress

until it is totally felled by gravity.

Felled into an apparent stillness

as if all of gravity were composed

of this pack

of these infinitesimally small dogs

that are fiercely

each of themselves in the first place

but yet all acting in unison

as one brutal force

only to be truly identified as such

when the object under attack

is reduced

from its original assertion of motion

eventually to be motionless.

And there, right there,

these almost invisible dogs,

all of them as a pack

are standing alone together,

milling amongst themselves

with no further objects

for their overriding intent.

And we, of course,

as if we had just walked

into the room

where, in this disaster

the ruins of stillness are evident,

we turn towards this posse

of dogs themselves

as if it were one large

imposing beast of gravity

and say “now, what did you do?

What is this here?

That’s a no!

Don’t you do that.

No. Bad dogs. Bad.”

But all the dogs really hear is,

“blah blah blah

blah blah blah. . . thud . . . ”

(everything, eventually,

the bad dogs of gravity felled . . .)