• The Physicist

    by Lauren Dykman

    A physicist sits pensive at his desk.
    Before him muddled numbers start to speak,
    Reminding him how his life used to make sense,
    Before the strength of God came to his keep.

    Simple days of university,
    With wonder looked upon the heavens high,
    Learned and got lost from reality,
    ‘Till tasseled hats waved innocence goodbye.

    In dark he sits his head held in his hands,
    With numbers stolen from the depths of space.
    The strength of life and death he now commands,
    He stole from God to rule the human race.
    And when he looks at numbers he has written,
    He falls apart because they are his sin.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on December 9, 2011

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner

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