The rock that tumbled and mountains that drowned
Were cross-examined by the atomists.
They sampled its hard structure, loosened dust,
Under microscopes fed it, saw nothing:
Chemicals reacted as predicted.
Down here nothing's unseen, nothing above
Happened that wasn't predicted wasn't
Forseen. Those that died are totally unseen
In the dirt and earth; one with the mountains
They ring. Nor geologists have better to add,
They're mixed-up clay, chemically correct,
But transposed across terrain, bounced off backs
From living bone-heads to the living mounts.
No wrong no evils touch embedded ones,
Just bits of atoms
......................On the thirsty rocks
That no longer need to want.