Afterbirth of the Stars

by Zohar Mendzelevski-Steinberg

I am stardust.

In me linger the molecules, the atoms
Couriered across the galaxy in a black carriage
With a wake of spiralling ice
To reach no home for centuries, no warm planetary parking spot
Which my elements have pierced, ravaged and seeded.

In me linger the molecules, the atoms
Broken apart by internecine, incandescent collisions
Spewed out from ruptures punched into the crust by a fiery core,
Exuded by the caveman, the dinosaur, the earliest lifeforms,
The creatures which are far away in space and time.

In me linger the molecules, the atoms
Of the water that birthed the original Life,
With her celestial, soft-burnt palms
Shaping the delicate membranes harbouring
All the future lives in this world.

I am made of everything that ever was.
Everything that will be, will come from me.