We are all made of stars
hippy sentiments, truth
glittering sparks of
creativity and life
light up the world
burn brighter than
though never quite
the sun
we are all made of stars
space dust, atmospheric
atomic sized particles
melded together by
the crushing of bodies
together
more than nine months
cosmic gestational
embryonic nebulae
when our formation
is hidden in plain sight
we are all made of stars
but
we are also made of blood
sinew, muscles, bones
with varying densities
we are also made of shit
pus, urine, periodic
menstrual blood
water, lots of clear
water, unless it's
past
the winding tracts
of intestines
and uterus
drink water
for clear piss
eat better
for less
putrid
shit
because being human is messy
emotionally, politically
societally, personally
bodily
we are made of everything
disgusting and unsanitary
made all the more beautiful
-
(performance directions, pause — allow a beat or three before)
Our creation is in the dirt
(performance directions, pause — allow a beat or three after)
-
The blood rushing passion
of love and lust and sex
and the pretty pretty gore
of intimacy
we live, breathe, eat, drink
fuck, shit, piss, cum, bleed
beautiful beasts, always
in repose, always
in decline.
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Comments (12)
Wow 😮! This took me back a few decades to my nursing days & asking a young Ortho patient if his bowels had opened today. He shot back “No, have yours?”😳😵💫🤣
Such an ethereal start and then definitely delved into the nitty gritty! Astutely penned!
Wonderfully done, Paul. Very lovely <3
We are all just bundles of mess, really. Emotionally, mentally, and physically
And like stars, we are truly a fascinating sight! Wonderful poem!
Love this! As for menstrual blood? Sometimes I wish I was a man with the pain my periods cause.
Wow anatomy and beauty
My first thought while reading this was "Monty Python's Meaning of Life", "Birth in the First World" vs. "Birth in the Third World". (Or whatever they were titled. "Pick that up, will you?" vs. "Ah, same as us. We have two kids.")
This is one poem that describes the human anatomy/physiology of the body as well as what it means to be a human being. Good job.
Well-wrought! Ashes to ashes. Stardust to stardust. Golden.
"we are also made of shit" - what a turn-around 😂 wasn't expecting that. Great poem mate.
This piece really makes you think about our composition on multiple levels. It's interesting how it ties together the idea of being made of stars with our very human, messy aspects. I wonder how you came up with this unique blend. Also, the performance directions add an extra layer. Do you think it would be more impactful to perform it exactly as written or adapt it a bit for different audiences?