The dust dance

We are all shit
That will turn into dust.
We come from stardust
And return we must.

In sunlit bathroom
Do not go aghast
When you find yourself
In a cloud of dust.

Skin flakes and dust mites,
Faeces and dead stuff,
Bacteria, pollen
Floating past.

Don’t hold your breath
You can’t outsmart
This life-death dance
Of which you are part.

One day we’ll draw
Breath that’s our last
One day we’ll all be
Dancing dust.