Here lies a man, not just any man
Below is the man who said “I can!”
Saying this, he tried to fly
Perhaps he meant, “I can….die?”
Here lies a man, not just any man
Below is the man who said “I can!”
Saying this, he tried to fly
Perhaps he meant, “I can….die?”
Hope neither lends itself to reason
Nor the strictures of the finite
It has little shape but great substance
Which, paradoxically, laughs at Newton’s Laws
Instead, the well it draws from is unfathomably deep
Like quantum particles it can be in more than one place at a time
And, as with dark matter, defies observation and containment
It is, and always will be, ephemeral
None-the-less, all humanity relies upon it daily
Especially so, in times such as these
To raise and flatten mountains
To fill and dry up seas
To choose when each leaf lifts
On a softly stirring breeze
To mark the fleeting eons
Yet dictate a cell’s decay
To hold the world in orbit
Spinning to pass the day
Power wrought by nature
No conscience or regrets
Entropy increases
Obeying laws it sets
Is this universal
Across worlds we cannot see?
Begs another question
How can all this be?
Despite the fuss on the national news
Last week’s earthquake brought hardly a bruise
Barely enough to make walls shake
But ‘quakes elsewhere, leave deaths in their wake
Classed as ‘light’; Richter 4.4
Even more slight than in ’84
When we swept up the kids and ran outside
If the earth moves, there’s nowhere to hide
Now, it seems, we’ve another ‘grave’ threat
The ‘beast from the east’, a new cause to fret
A Siberian blast, bringing snow and ice
At -5C, the Beeb says it won’t be nice
But some can recall the freeze of ’82
When staying outdoors wasn’t good for you
At -26C, that really was cold
It killed by degrees, especially the old.
Out of nowhere a BANG takes place
Energy and matter now exist in space
Positive, negative, normal and dark
Atoms and strange particles, including the quark
Time is born; and its arithmetic
The cosmic clock makes its very first tick
Entropy increases, with empirical truth
Universe expanding, throughout its youth
Attractive forces come into play
Gravity, one such, holding sway
In gaseous clusters, suns start to glow
Forming heavier atoms in their fiery throe
Worlds coalesce from cosmic dusts
Atmospheres, weather, primordial crusts
Eons passing in galaxies rife
Goldilocks zones, permitting life
Normal matter, of which we’re made
Dark stuff, more common, cannot be weighed
Its job, invisible, to hold things in place
As we hurtle through the cosmos at a frantic pace