Doing backstrokes down streams through the sewers of memory
I see emeralds, rubies and diamonds I used to see as garbage
along the banks of the Ganges
through the smoky veil between life, death and burning flesh
I wonder how I could have thrown away such gem stones
how did I ever see them as mud?
These clumps of carbon
have hardened to diamonds
it only took three billion years
but we got there eventually
where this shrapnel of stars
became your wedding ring.