The Democracy of Dust

In the end, we all dissolve
to identical atoms —
no privileged particles,
no segregated elements,
no superior molecules

Carbon plays no favorites:
banker’s bones
break down the same
as beggar’s blood,
both returning to
star-forged equality

Watch how wind
redistributes us:
CEO dust mingles with
janitor dust in
corner-swept piles
of corporate equality

Our bodies:
65% oxygen
18.5% carbon
9.5% hydrogen
(no percentage reserved
for prejudice)

In cemetery soil,
discrimination decomposes:
white collar, blue collar
all turn earth-collar,
feeding the same roots
with dissolved distinctions

Today’s power brokers,
tomorrow’s particles —
floating through air
that knows nothing
of stock portfolios
or social status

See how sunlight
strikes each speck
with equal radiance,
how gravity pulls
all matter down
without checking
credit scores

We are walking dust,
temporary arrangements
of shared stars,
playing at hierarchy
while atoms laugh
at our imagined borders

Even now, our cells
shed democratic debris:
skin flakes fall
like unanimous votes
for universal equality

In the language of dust,
there are no slurs,
no hate speech,
no supremacy —
just elements dancing
their cosmic equality

Remember:
mountains and valleys
both crumble to
the same sand,
oceans and puddles
hold identical drops,
kings and beggars
share quantum destiny

Tonight, breathe in
this common air,
taste how it fills
all lungs the same,
carrying ancient dust
that once was stars,
dinosaurs, prophets,
revolutionaries —
all equal now
in the parliament
of particles