comes from earth; we cry, returning
borrowed salt; we give our bone and muscle
back to the earth to suck, as ash,
as rotting flesh; that calcium atom in your skull -
star-fired, congealed to rock, dissolved
by rain, passed on to you, breathing blood
in your mother's womb -
will settle in another's bone some day
when your atoms range over mountains, rock
in the current of distant oceans
no matter how steadfast, stock-still this life
one day you will travel the world
Published in Frankenstein's bathtub (Interactive Press, 2001).