Above, machines milled the graphite obtained And fracked it, separating the denser parts, Which workers classified by carbonic concentration As onwards its migration did Carbon depart.
Into the atmosphere from the graphite mill That molecule of Carbon escaped alas. As gaseous CO2, it resumed its journey, Now leaving the Earthen impasse.
For about five years, the CO2 stayed Up above as atmospheric haze. So around the world in eighty days? No. Rather a voyage of half a decade Before it rejoined the Carbonic cascade.
Pulled back to Earth was the CO2. The ocean’s grip it could not escape. And hence, over the South African Cape Our molecule of Carbon entered an oceanic stew. As air met water, carbonic acid did brew.
The acidic H ions away did sweep And reacted with seawater-carbonates. They formed more stable bicarbonates Which upon meeting a phytoplankton heap, Sank and spread, descending deep.
Carbon’s spatial migration, can at this point Be considered complete, but don’t yet discount Its migration of form, for we must account That Carbon catenates, becoming joint And then often cleaves to become disjoint.
So back we go to the Indian mine, For alas the extracted cliftonite Was ingested at that dusty site: With a worker’s cells, soot did combine. It poisoned his blood and made it malign.
One fateful night he passed away. His body was, for cremation prepared, As friends and family came and despaired. But the body must perish – it cannot stay, For it’s not up to us; It’s Nature’s say