It

It's in the deer tracks  
in the trampled grass  
turning green to brown  
   
It's in the thin skin of hope  
you're comfortable to wear  
after years of being skinned  
by Its hidden blade  
   
It's in the smile of infants  
licking their ice-creams  
as they look at their mothers  
like viewing a fossil  
   
It's in the kiss of lovers  
at the foot of the ocean  
as their hearts beat faster  
ticking like a stopwatch  
and the waves ripple  
towards Its day too  
   
It's in the safety of wombs  
as chromosomes collide    
to ignite and produce  
Its very own perfect circle  
   
It's in everything that started  
had a beginning and  
even if it was only ever a whisper  
it will always have an end  
   
like gutters carrying everything  
to an unknown destination  
you're welcomed  
washed off  
then you arrive  
   
there's no grace, glory or beauty  
though It's most consistent  
   
admirable  
   
the right hand of taking  
and the future of extinction  
   
It's in the words you write  
and read  
   
It's in