Four Poems

A Sign at CERN

      ‘A Higgs,’ it reads, ‘makes gravity.’
Next step? All being, moving, doing spring:
      The genomes’ sinuosity
Of protein: their controlled tornado-string
      And turns where ribbonings entwine
With redoublings, their
Cytosine, guanine, thymine, adenine
Stitches in the fabric. All codes we wear
Were hardwired in that atomic hardware.

      Take this rock, tied to a star,
Conglobing in its grip the massive weight
      Of mountains, makers of beaux-arts,
And all the chattering soldiers of debate
      Who tilt their heads like jays and spin
Narratives on the loss
Of energy that scatters from their skin
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