CCLXXIX - The Elemental Cycle

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One Single Impression had the prompt "Elemental".

The Elemental Cycle

We’re born, we live, we die, we’re gone

But the basic atoms still live on.

As Sherlock would say

In a roundabout way:

“It’s elementary, Dr Watson.”

There’s a thought that I try to suppress

To avoid any unwanted distress:

I find it quite queer

That, this time next year,

All of my atoms will have a different address.

While it’s both troubling and vexed

Wondering where I might reappear next

It helps to console

My warrior soul

That bits of me were once a T-Rex.

When my elements are so hurled

It’s not just to the animal world:

My carbons may have spread

Through the fine cotton threads

Of the blouse of the sweetest young girl.

Harder to accept, but equally true,

Are the dark deeds that my atoms accrue,

There’s a finite chance

That, in Hitler’s pants,

Was a nitrogen, now part of my crew.

So, as you caress your beloved, beneath a tree,

With bread and wine and hormonal glee,

Spare a small thought

During this sensual sport,

That a part of your lover may once have been me.

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© 2012   J Cosmo Newbery

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