…To Rust, to Rust

To Rust it will all return.

That in which we mightily built and marveled at:

what we culled from the rocks.

Metal that shined bright and new like cloth sails or summer clouds

now colors in dull red and fire orange –

it reminds that there will be a cancerous chew

And before that time of molecules and dust, memories can and must be made

And good things should not be neglected

In that time, make do!

Before it all goes…

To Rust.

To Rust it all must go.