Delivering the promise
Iridium child of heaven,
radiates angelic light
which prisms into seven
She leaves half-sister
Platina
confined by her division,
to step into stepmother’s house
with laughter and derision
While old King Aurum,
sadly
grasps his golden crown,
and yearns for unattainables
on the long climb down,
commanding General Mercury,
messenger on wings:
‘repulse the enemy without,
cause tyranny within,
force poor Thallium’s
dissident
to gross emaciation,
with torture and electric shocks
deep degeneration’
While Plumbum the dull
fugitive
evades assassination,
by fleeing from lead bullets and
avoiding toxication
And in the shelter, Bismuth
devoid of all protection,
clings tightly to his mother
feeling very threatened,
by the shadow of his
nuclear neighbour,
deep under the ground,
stalking shades of dead at night
hunting with his hound
So take me back Iridium
seven times eleven,
colour Plumbum’s heavy grey
with rainbows from the heaven,
kiss poor Thallium’s balding head,
turn Mercury to mild,
heal Platina’s division
cuddle Bismuth’s child
Raise King Aurum’s
self esteem,
turn him upside down,
to realise that
in his heart
lies the real crown
For every kingdom’s
bound to fall
through Life’s degeneration,
the only peace
lies in the noble
moment of mutation
From sunny Helium’s
Neon sky,
To Argon’s peter pan,
From Krypton stars
and Xenon beasts
to Radon’s upright man,
and all the way
to Luciferium
deep below the ground,
between the breath
of night and day
a shaft of truth is found
Never changing ever still
pivot of true life,
until the moment comes to start
the periodic slide,
a sharp electric current
turns on the noble light,
illuminating dark desires
stillness into strife
Carbon mother
in her taxi
riding up the mound,
four arms clutching
her organics
one for every child;
Hydrogen, Nitrogen
Oxygen, big C,
it’s relatives like Adamas
who make it clear to see;
the motto for us carbons is
it’s all to do with me,
no matter your significance
but how you are perceived
Then all the way
up to Iridium
starts the weary climb,
if only we could realise
we’re climbing upside down,
and driving grimly forward
via mirror in reverse,
with each electron we acquire
comes a blessed curse.
Like a moth
into a flame
our proton takes a dive,
the mirror that we're living through
reflects our own desire
To live life in the here
and now
noble and upright,
let go that extra atom
see the other side,
expensive metals end in rust
elements decline,
it’s not the outer
but our soul
that will forever shine.
It’s not what we can gain in life
but what we leave behind,
while winding back to Hydrogen
the universal mind.
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