Ode To The Walshaw Lads. Poem by Sam Betts

Brothers three.
Spontaneous awareness, clarity,
Transform into an essence of energy, speeding through
the cosmos, to ricochet from atom to atom leaving a legacy of phosphorous molecules
that evaporates and fabricates, ceaselessly advancing, no thought, no recall, entirely right here, right now, Stardust to be seen for millennia.
No ending just transformation, my friends transformed are around us everywhere. It was a privilege to have my time with them, perhaps we'll do it all again in some form or other. nothing ever ends.