Everything descends

Everything descends

Except heat

Which rises

As does smoke

Okay

Everything that isn’t lighter than air

Descends

Unless you lie low

Lower than that

Waiting to rise.

Stairs have risers

Fingers close

Over the knot in my stomach

A clenched fist

Tensions rise

Sometimes they are lowered.

Butterflies

Are soporific

They rise and fall

Metamorphosise

Petals close at night

Unless they are moth-eaten.

They will open at first light

Like the buds of May

When the world is floral,

All that blooms

Will fall, eventually.

Everything descends

Resurrectionists

Claimed bodies

As prizes

But they don’t rise

Their stench

Still pervades

The history

Of surgery.

It is said that man ascends

Some believe it so

Others argue

That we have fallen

Digging in the dirt

Scraping a living

Failing at the basics.

The descent of man

From beginning

To end

A non-linear

Bodice ripper.