Carbon does not
deserve a poem
but a book of poetry
bituminous and emerald cut
by standard #2.
Black and white,
clear,
animal and vegetable,
virus and fungus.
Life as we know it
and life we have yet to know.
The redwoods are made
of the carbon we exhale,
breath becomes wood
before leaf becomes muscle.
It has helped make
Venus' hell
and it coats the
poles of Mars
Not just a girl's
best friend
but all of ours.
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