Reflective Thoughts Poem by Mark Heathcote

Are we not, in many ways, Avatars?
The manifestations of star-foundries
Stars that have surpassed their boundaries
Are we not made of light, the light of stars?

And who or what will be ours when we die?
What holds us all reflective that we share?
And why should anyone care to despair?
There are no rights or wrongs to quantify.

I wish to ask: Can an atom expire?
No, it seems they can't; they just get reduced.
The smaller bits are known as quarks or guile.
Cunningness is this; I guess we're seduced.
Into believing the fable of the Phoenix.
Why not when so few of us grasp physics?