Poems about Science 6: Evolution

POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 6: EVOLUTION Singularity by Michael R. Burch Are scientists confounded like the ostrich? Heads buried in the sand, they shout, *Preposterous!* This universe, so magical, they say, proves there’s no God. But let’s look anyway ... He said, *Let there be Light*, and there was light. Stumped scientists have scratched their heads all night and solemnly proclaimed an awesome Bang, from which de Light immediately sprang ... which sounds like God to me!, Who, with one word made Light, and proved man’s theories, not absurd, but logical, if only they’d agree in one tremendous Singularity! (However, there’s a problem with my plea: *it turns out that His world is made of pee*.) No Proof by Michael R. Burch They only know to sing—not understand, though quizzical, heads cocked, they need no proof that God’s above. They hop across my roof with prescient eyes, to fall into His hand... as sure of Grace as if it were mere air. He gave them wings to fly; what do they care of cumbrous knowledge, pale Leviathan? Huge-brained Behemoth, sagging-bellied one! You too might fly, might test this addling breeze as gravity, mere ballast, tethers naught but merely centers. Chained to heavy Thought, you cannot slip earth’s bonds to rise at ease. And yet you too can sing, if only thus: Flash, flash bright quills; rise, rise on nothingness! Nashville and Andromeda by Michael R. Burch I have come to sit and think in the darkness once again. It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . . How nakedly now and unadorned the surrounding hills expose themselves to the lithographies of the detached moonlight— breasts daubed by the lanterns of the ornamental barns, firs ruffled like silks casually discarded . . . They lounge now— indolent, languid, spread-eagled— their wantonness a thing to admire, like a lover’s ease idly tracing flesh . . . They do not know haste, lust, virtue, or any of the sanctimonious ecstasies of men, yet they please if only in the solemn meditations of their loveliness by the erect pen . . . Perhaps there upon the surrounding hills, another forsakes sleep for the hour of introspection, gabled in loneliness, swathed in the pale light of Andromeda . . . Seeing. Yes, seeing, but always ultimately unknowing anything of the affairs of men. Keywords/Tags: singularity, universe, light, big bang, gravity, earth, Andromeda, life #AI #RAD #RADICAL #MRBIA #MRBRAD #MRBRADICAL #MRBSCIENCE