Poem: I Am Matter

[sherlockian_syn]

Look up at the night sky.

It isn't dark,
the sun's just seeing other people.
But don't feel betrayed,
he'll be back

once you open your eyes.

But aren't your eyes open now?
Don't you look up at that sky and
SCREAM
at millions of particles, billions of dust clouds,
gatherings of scrap metal and human history,
don't you want to shout

I MATTER

at the top of your lungs that suck in all that air,
comprised of everything closing in around you:
Oxygen.
Hydrogen.
The stuff dreams are made of.

Perhaps the better declaration is
I AM MATTER.
I cannot be broken down,
I cannot be destroyed,
I am transformed!
I grow and move and touch,
I affect,
instead of being an effect.

But entropy cannot be avoided, friend.
Soon my flesh, my bones, my matter
(I matter)
will rot, will feed, will become the dirt
beneath your shoes.

But remember:
I won't really be gone.
Even if you don't believe in souls,
I will be the dust,
I will be the grass,
I will be the stars.

One day you'll lift your head,
and there I'll be
while the sun shines on someone else.

Comments

[brumeier]

Well, this is it. This is the thing I want read at my funeral. Before they open the chocolate buffet. ::grins::

Seriously, this is really powerful. I love it so, so much!

[sherlockian_syn]

Thank you so much! When I wrote this, there was this guy I was going to school with that wrote poems like this all the time and read them a la slam poetry style and I was so enthralled by his ability. So I tried to emulate him one time and this is what happened, haha.