Carbon is carbon is carbon-
the skeleton key, vitally
important and wholly ununique.
And I am she is me,
diamond so tough that only it
can scar itself,
graphite that is written and
crumbled and erased.
In the air you breathe out,
pleasant for trees but otherwise
deadly, and
trees are trees are trees,
rooted to the spot without me,
taking in the byproduct of our
existence and using it to outlive
us all, to change and fall
and grow again.
Count to ten and then
reach for the sky to the place
where trees climb people,
and remind themselves not
to die
while the people’s hands
stretch and
close around carbon,
tethered by
ineraseable existence,
trying to breathe.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Carbon is carbon is carbon-
the skeleton key, vitally
important and wholly ununique.
And I am she is me,
diamond so tough that only it
can scar itself,
graphite that is written and
crumbled and erased.
In the air you breathe out,
pleasant for trees but otherwise
deadly, and
trees are trees are trees,
rooted to the spot without me,
taking in the byproduct of our
existence and using it to outlive
us all, to change and fall
and grow again.
Count to ten and then
reach for the sky to the place
where trees climb people,
and remind themselves not
to die
while the people’s hands
stretch and
close around carbon,
tethered by
ineraseable existence,
trying to breathe.
