“Nature doesn’t know extinction.” – Werner Von Braun
“Time is an illusion.” – Albert Einstein
“I ain’t dead yet!” – Richard Feynman
Things start before we think they do;
Not over when they’re done.
E.g., I used some Keats once on a maid —
“She walks in beauty like the night…”
And yada, yada all the rest.
Time was, reciting stuff like this could get you laid?
“Yes”, she said and proved Keats right.
Lit 101 (of England) made possible this tryst —
But I digress.
Take me. Dad’s seed, Mom’s egg,
Moved more by lust than purpose, I would hope —
Began assembly of this mortal pup.
Oh sure, some early disassembly frays;
Placenta, foreskin gone as things elsewhere were
Adding and Subtracting in those old cloth diaper days.
So up I went: “He’s growing like a weed”,
And netting out to: “such a handsome boy”.
But anon Ma Nature eats your lunch;
Teeth, hair, (good riddance kidney stone)
And other sloughing off of form and function.
But Ma just doesn’t know extinction, so
Back and forth across the stuff and energy divide.
Matter now, but kilowatts soon, you cosmic toy!
Then back again, soon enough, whatever soon is,
Time being also illusory.
Whew! What a ride!
Think — David and Goliath now both mouldered,
Perhaps a bronze breastplate and slingshot stone around.
That’s it – the rest is disassembled in suspension, and
Even now, you might be breathing ancient molecules,
Of Jesus even – with vapor from the Ascension!
Hitler maybe not yet disassembled to the point
Where he is readily available to inhale;
Don’t slow up to take a breather, though.
Nature plays no favorites here;
It’s all rock and roll to her, Pal —
Now rock, now rolling in the ether.
But here’s the good part.
Some day the sun will swallow all this up;
A-Yup, hup, hup, and re-assembly will commence —
Again! Who knows what shape this time?
Golf champ? Blue whale? Green slime?
Hope for the best, of course, but worms turn —
And any old sport in a dorm.
Things start before we think they do,
And not over when they’re done.
Chuck Thurston June 2012