The Web Poetry Corner - Hay Machine - A lot of Balls
A lot of Balls
by
Hay Machine
Molecules are drawn together tight
In metals stones and glasses
These balls are free to roam and bend
In petals bones and gasses
When neutrons and their protons wed
Electrons dance around their bed
And happy families as should
Revolve around each neighbourhood
All substance then is made from spheres
Relentless spinning; what one hears
Inner space must sharp reflect
Its outer cousin (theory wrecked)
And Pluto spins around our Sun
And Mars resembles Earth
I travelled in a tiny craft
Through many earthly soups
And out the window all I saw
Were balls in many different groups
In chalk there's not much hydrogen
And dry the cocktail tastes
The diamond's carbon balls are caught
Eternal symmetry there wrought
I found in water patterns plain
Two hydrogen and one again
A tiresome journey I admit
But kinder than my flight through shit
I thought while from the craft I stared
A pattern simple had emerged
Spinning balls are universal
Science set for sharp reversal
Worse was yet to manifest
The heart was pounding in its breast
In orbit high above near Heaven
It was twenty five past seven
The window through I saw quite clearly
Galaxies all woven (nearly)
In a shape I thought for sure
Infinite and all manure ?
What beast what size excretes such scale ?
the pond its duck the seas their whale
And if the creature is a girl
then God be praised where is the male ?
I travelled further out past time
past sense and colour prose and rhyme
I saw as far ahead in space
As I had travelled to this place
And after each horizon cleared
the line it made was clearly sphered
I went out further past the point
where anything itself exists
where death resides and boils its brew
where cold heat burned and ice-blades grew
I looked around and thanked the stars
That you were there
My earthly Mars