DUST

Dust, tentative

shameful, awaits death's coming

and going

to dare its approach.

Fearful of vultures

of rats

of maggots and worms

dust abides

waiting quietly

to settle upon its prey.

It may take an eternity

or an instant

but dust finds its way

wherever it wishes.

Dust, afraid

arrives eventually.

Dust, unaware

need not hide

ought not fear.

Dust wins, despite itself.

Dust needs more self-esteem.