in millennia
someone will sift
through my ashes
and find that some part
finally turned into
a diamond
it will glitter
in their gloved hand
under dust clinging
to rough facets
looking in
will they see
me or just their
reflection in me
floating and leaving no trace
in millennia
someone will sift
through my ashes
and find that some part
finally turned into
a diamond
it will glitter
in their gloved hand
under dust clinging
to rough facets
looking in
will they see
me or just their
reflection in me
if you put me in a crucible
and turned the furnace up to high
(i’m sure forges have settings like
my kitchen stove)
i would catch on fire, melt,
turn into a real mess,
but would i liquefy as my water
boiled away and my elements
freed from their captivity in my organs
would they puddle deep in the bell
their components seeking like to like
what gold and what iron
would be separate from the dross
and would the pearl of my soul
shine like an unbreakable diamond
among the slurry