My Periodic Table
(for Oliver Sacks, Physician, Neurologist, Psychologist)
In my final days
What is surely my final breath
I return to memory of sky
Powdered with stars
A world where there is no life
but also no death
I again surround myself
With metals and minerals
Little emblems of Eternity
Look here in its lead casket
Is element Ninety
Crystalline Thorium
Sparkling like memory
Memory of sky
Powdered with stars
Gathering near
gathering far
And there Bismuth element Eighty-three
from a mine in Bolivia
Slowly cooled from a melt
Iridescent crystals
Terraced like a Hopi village
Under memory of sky
Powdered with stars
Emblems of Eternity
Bismuth element Eighty-three
I hope to see
But will not…
O Bismuth modest gray
Unregarded, ignored
Even by lovers of metal
What I wouldn’t give to see
Another day
of gray
Under memory
of sky…