Diary of Radiation
The color of water, I race slowly and win.
See how I die without fanfare,
taking millions with me?
I adore the breeze.
I covet the air but do not need it.
At the crest of unbelief my candle bobs along
on an inflatable saucer.
exacting private taxes on the air.
Oxygen is an independent element.
Yet shrieks when hydrogen is rended from it.
I am a neutron.
I am an imaginary number.
I am dark matter.
Light blows this way
a cheap exotic dancer.
And always the ultraviolet mafia
is skimming some off the top.