Chapters (10)
I am a messenger
And the message that I bring
is…
Sulphur
I’m what gets witches
a bad name
Funny smells
Gobbledy spells
Given to theatrics
I go in for special effects:
Brimstone and treacle
Hellfire. Eureka!
Gold! The Elixir of Life! Immortality!
Chinese alchemists were obsessed
Emperors were impressed
But in Beijing
I couldn’t stop them
– ageing
And so they died
(But not in vain)
For a potion more mundane
was chanced upon
The Chinese called it:
‘Fire Drug’
Mobsters
got where they got with it…
Children
play a lot with it…
Cities
glow white hot with it…
Guy Fawkes
hatched a plot with it…
Gunpowder.
Gold
I’m not a colour
Let’s get that one straight
right from the start
Sunsets Daffodils Eagles
All take my name in vain
For vanity it is
Let me explain:
I’m the heart of things The core
The Emperor of metals
Hence, or
Without me, commerce
would grind to a halt.
No money No trade
Civilization (as you wish to know it)
simply fade
Of course, I can bring out the worse
I admit
That people kill for me
That rivers of blood
have been shed in my name
But that’s you Not me.
I’m not to blame
I glister
Am all show All style
My aim is simple
To make you smile
Come closer:
If you had gold
and were offered something else
Would you swap?
No
You see, I’ve every right to crow
Le Coq d’or
… The one on top
Fool’s Gold
I’m not real gold
A sham
Pyrite is what I am
But I’m gold to the touch
And look like gold as well
So who can tell?
Except the scientist
(this alchemist who casts a spell
exposing me)
But I don’t care
I had a good run for my money
Besides
All gold is fool’s gold
For what is it after all?
Bright yellow dung?
The sun’s tears?
Satan’s urine?
Gold
All who love you are fools.
Element 109
A mayfly blinks
I have lived and died
a thousand times
Mine is a short life
but an exciting one
I am man-made
and owe my existence
to science
I have no name
merely a number:
109. It suits me
I could go on
for hours and hours
about my various properties
But I won’t
Now you see me
Now you…