Selections from “Conversations Between Poetry and Physics,” #3

What’s the Matter?

 

In the deep-sea vents billions of years ago,
Molecular star-stuff boiled in chemistry
We can comprehend: proton pumps energized
Archaic cellular procreation.

But we are too vain to share beginnings
With matter that does not matter to us
Unless someone like us created it —
No matter what, our image must come first.

So theocrats by fickle forgeries
Murder their kind to praise some deity,
Suppurating endless greed and cruelty
And contempt for the stars they can’t command,

From which they flee in fantasies they fable
Fearful only forgiveness finally matters.

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