The Dancing Ghost

Atheist to the core, but

sometimes the ghost in

the meat makes me wonder.

What a strange waltz, these

atomic particles assembled into

something monetarily aware.

Once the stage lights pop and fizzle

to darkness all that amazing chemistry

disassembles and rides out its days at the

bottom of a tiny gravity well in a minor

galaxy, in a universe that may or may not

be infinite and alone.

That I can know this in all its weird

truth takes the fire and sting right

away from death’s dark tongue.