Above frost like reason the atmosphere revolved
clearer: yet ‘twas the darkest night of the year
lunar eclipse during winter solstice
happens once in five hundred years. (Aren’t
we smart to predict such a rare occurrence
to un- whirl the human genome to create
mice that tweet?)
What wonderous knowledge, indeed.
Below your desk a high-school quiz on STDs:
no cure for AIDS, 33 million HIV + worldwide gives
a country for people with a death sentence in a medical file.
Newspaper picture: a girl too young to be bride fading
bliss beams in a seat her beloved (never husband
to be ) gives her a ring. Then she went gentle
into that good night, yet ‘twas
no raging against the fading of the light.
For all our knowledge and our human might is
just awareness of the moonless night.
And now abide faith, hope, love, these three;
but the greatest of these is love.