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.
© 2012 J Cosmo Newbery
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