Molly

If life is a miracle then death must be also.

Things of all sizes die, ants, humans, horses, whales,

Families, towns, cities, nations, tribes, a species.

What then is there that does not die?

Molecules don't die.

They just move from one place to another.

Location is everything.

Glad to make your acquaintance – I am a molecule.

Call me Molly. Molly the molecule.

I was once in a rock, then later in a tree,

Then later in a beetle, then later in a mouse,

Then later in a dinosaur, then later in a bigger dinosaur,

Then later in the earth, then later in the sea,

Then in an apple, then in a human,

Then in the ground again, and here I am today,

In a computer chip, representing a black symbol

On a white page, visible as words to a reader,

And I think my next gig will be in the pixel

On a screen, always useful, wherever I go.

Location is everything.

Here's looking at you, and me.

That which I am lives, shifts shape, does such

Different things in different places.

Always useful, never dies.

I am the unit of which the universe is made.

E pluribus unum.