Dust to Dust

Dust of the streets.
Picked up from under the bridge.
The residue of life.
Sweep! Sweep! Sweep it away!
Over the water! Under the bridge it flows.
Rinse the banks of the miraculous river.
The banks overflow and give rise to the finest dust.
The residue of strife.
The dust we need.
The dust we breathe.
The dust we bleed.
Ashes to ashes, lust to must.
A quantum leap from dust to dust.
The residue of life.