Science  Write  Now

The Big dogs did it,

 buried the bones, 

built the machines 

Smashing and bombarding, 

those genius barbarians. 

Counted the particles until 

             application precedes 

Collected the pieces 

             as dead fish read minds

Blind to their beaks; 

to the phantom spikes;

 the overload; the Lottery— 

             Quiet, little mind 

While the Big dogs suckle

 their dried-up bone, analyzing 

The breakdown becoming 

the ashes— 

& I call them my masters.