Dissolution

Adam, in Hebrew, is dirt.
That story’s not the only myth
In which humans came from soil,

Made of mud, earth, and maybe
Bits of divine breath or spit,
And there’s something to those myths.

If you roll around in dirt,
You’ll end up covered in it,
And if you waste enough time

Engaging with your own kind
You’ll feel, inevitably,
You’re starting to reek of it.

In fact, you’d like to shower off,
If you could, but you’re afraid
Because you know you’d dissolve.