Author Coates Kinney Dust to dust? No, that doom We will not endure! Us the prisoning tomb Shall never immure! When the star-stuff of heaven From God was outwhirled It was stirred with the leaven Of life of the world. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (4 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments