Dust
Stephen Loverme
Dust of the Earth
Is the dust of the sky
Just like the blood
That courses through our veins
Magmic oceans of molten metal
Plasmic islands of drifting embers
Chrysalis entombs a changeling
Sunlight bleeds into a daydream
Withered flowers shed their seeds
Writhing worms devour and feed
Rake the coals
Walk the burning road
Rake the coals
Walk the burning road
Bodies decompose
Microbes feast upon their flesh
All things must pass
Into the dust