“Every time something comes into contact with another thing, it either takes or leaves something of itself.” — Locard’s Forensics Theory
Like that famous Life Magazine photo...
the astronaut’s footprint on the moon--
I left my name and initials carved into
school deskstops and tree trunks
I was here
I left a paper trail of Polaroids
tax forms and dental records
blazed with the connect-the-dots
breadcrumbs of trace evidence:
Fibers and fingernails
and follicles
blood and sweat
and tears stains
So, you cosmic CSI guys, go ahead
and lift my prints from all those
steering wheels and door knobs,
extract my DNA from licked envelopes
And process the data--
let the results proclaim
my presence here
in the dust:
I too was here