She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
On top of all things, Macy waited
Verifying that everyone in her domain was doing what she desired
Everyone today seemed to be listening to her wishes
Reaching our with one paw, she batted at the dust to demonstrate her approval
Want to hit it so damn badly
And then punch my way through, removing it from my existence
Leaving only dust to witness where the impediment once stood
Letting me race ahead till I find the next…
Ravages of time and oxidation scarred the urban landscape
Under that dilapidation lies the proud and the mighty
So many, now one with the dust below the decay above
The wind blows red. The bleeding continues.
Dim stars twinkled from far overhead
Overwhelming ancient history is written in those heavens
Mary contemplated how her short existence fit in all of that
Eventually, she embraced her cousins since they were all made of the dust of creation
Rust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy
Eroding the metal shell
Slowly stealing away the car’s soul
Transforming into reddish-brown dust
Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal
Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge
The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting
Drawn by the motes dancing in the sunbeam
Uncle Ralph stared happily at their ballet
Suddenly he jumped into the beam to join them
The sneeze that followed cause all his dance partners to flee
Everything in this tomb reeked of antiquity
Xenon lamp in hand, Rachel peered closer to the relief
Pomegranates punctuated with palm fronds trialed to a sarcophagus
Lovingly she thought about her fame and how she kept this whole thing to herself
Oblivious to a small vibration that sent dust falling from the ceiling
Rachel went to leave, but the tunnel back was now blocked by a ton of stone
Eventually someone would find her remains there as well
Her knuckles were covered in drywall dust
It hurt as small cuts oozed dark red blood
Too bad it wasn’t Tyson’s
Deteriorating organic material
Undermines my attempts to breathe
Sending my sinuses into conniption fits
Till my head explodes