Thursday, October 15, 2015

Poem: Hardy Stock

We come from hardy stock.

Cruel custodians of pragmatism,
beasts tamed by curiosity,
set loose by the possibilities,

armed with weapons of mass ignorance.

Defended by antipathetics
who misunderstood the starlight,
then sought to hold the cosmos -

criminals and heretics, everyone.

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