It was all so
beautiful.
Mathematics could
dissect reality itself,
Complex, and finely
balanced,
A logan rock that moves
with just a touch,
and through these
mysteries
we came to understand
the energy constrained
within a grain of sand.
Infinitesimal becomes
unbounded power.
One plane, one flash
One whole town gone to
dust.
Nothing except a few
skeletal lines
Some shadow where a man
had been.
Silence, apart from
screams.
For some, that was
success.
And this is how it
stays. We live
under the sword of
Damocles
death dangling by a
hair,
our fallibility denied.
We live beneath the
constant threat,
our wilful ignorance of
hell.
As if the sheer
perfection of the science
could purge the
politicians' faults.
As if the discipline
that led them to unlock
the door
could somehow spread
itself
into the corrupted soul
and mind
of those whose stock in
trade is lies.
- Richard Lawson24/7/2015
Just reviewing my poems, weeding out the sickly ones. Found this. Thought the last line chimes in with the present world situation.
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