Rugged mounds taken from the core
Pressurized to dust
Just add water or liquid of the life below
The heaving of men echoes through the cave
Stolen from the depths the precious planet,
The dust is taken far far far away
It is molded into mounds of clay
And eventually, thrown away
After years, decades, centuries,
The element awakens
Opens its eyes for the first time
In over one million years
Memories of its home planet
Do not match what death lay beside it