poetry notebook

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Four forces: Father, Son, Holy Ghost, and
Lucifer the weak force fathers rejected
While the strong force that Father
Blew a thousand suns to the
Alamogordo desert and
Imploded Trinity where also
Christ Community Church
Burned Shakespeare.

To get there steam conflated
With a theory of vacuum
Projected anthracite
On iron cast wheels along
Wrought rails. New speed proved
That 60 won’t harm you
If you don’t stop too fast

Pursuit of truth fused with practik in
Iron coiled by copper wire
Ye olde “iron core electro”
Pumped full of lightening.

If you cut the power now
In stages
A thousand satellites will fall to earth
In a shower of steam tech flame.