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Uranium Ore

Zael Johnson

January 2025
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Where have we been
Sunset flower petals fall
Gorgeous metallic tears splashing
Onto a grassy hill

Words drip from my mouth
As embers drip from coals
Held aloft to catch the wind
And burn away into nothing

It’s much too perfect, see
We’ve never had a chance to fail
We’ve never laid down on the concrete and waited
For the oily street runoff to seep through our skin

There are real people
Who can look up at the glittering stars
And truthfully declare to the world
That there is nobody alive who loves them

The flower petals are falling faster
They smolder and ignite as they hit the ground
Faces are illuminated in their glow
Bereft, beautiful, broken faces

All of the faces need love
Do for them what we couldn’t do for ourselves
Feel their hearts beating just as perpetually
As the one circulating our own blood 

Lilac, Marigold, Iris, Daffodil
Dropping heavy as uranium ore
Leaving craters in the mud
Sinking through stone like soft clay

Feel the weight of the world
Concentrated into a single snowflake
Drifting down to land on our nose
With the heat of a trillion suns

Life is working against entropy
Against reason, against physics
It has no purpose, no meaning
But here we are.
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