or, "What's the Big Deal?"
by Richard Tornello
Liquid metal walking rust
from the past…we’re some star’s dust.
We come, we go; have our show.
Most obscure…some we know.
In start we’re bright with energy, light.
We prance, we dance and make some noise.
To a dull bloated, dark we go.
In our own self awarenes, trans-fixed .
How little we know.
Oxidized chemical, liquid metal, thinking rust.