Inside the Mikros Kosmos
Where is the great engine of life?
How many mechanics does it take
to keep it running smooth as a baby's bottom?
All those wheels and sockets and spindles ---
must need great care;
The scientists say that if it ever broke down ---
it wouldn't matter!
Its merely made of parts ---
ordered from some non-existent wholesaler ---
the great garage of cells and atoms (now dark matter)
Even the most callous child knows
that great engines do not merely happen,
but are created by great minds...
It seems we must put some of these 'great scientific minds'
into a new category of stupid:
(they would make terrible mechanics)
(A la Carl Sandburg, whom I admire deeply)
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