I am the son of suns, each atom born
From supernovae, all the atoms shorn
Away to leave behind a neutron corpse
Whose spinning density near-spacetime warps
Until the time beside it slows and bends.
They made the atoms on which life depends,
The iron, nickel making up earth’s core,
The oxygen that laps up on the shore
When it’s combined with hydrogen, the sky
Of oxygen and nitrogen. I lie
Here with my stardust eyes and see the stars
That die by iron in the passing cars.