The Guys Who Hated Poetry in School
In 28 cramped pages dark matters
Of physics are reduced to theories
With names that almost no one knows, splatters
Of equations and answers to queries
That none of us had asked. The eye trembles
While traveling at the speed of palsied blight
Through strings of equals marks, digits, symbols,
And words extracted from some recondite
Vocabulary, subterranean
As that atom-smashing installation
In Switzerland–black Transylvanian
Letters given each extrapolation.
Thus, every cosmic principle and fluke
Is set out in arcane gobbledegook.