Holy of Holies
Since science now explains away most things
We cared about as mysteries, like love
And joy, men feel that they have lost their wings,
Or, rather, never had them held above
Their hearts, their shoulders, and their praying heads.
We thought that sentiment was sent by gods,
But now we know that oxytocin spreads
Throughout our arteries. We are just clods
Of physics livened up by chemistry,
And happiness is only shots of pink,
Sweet serotonin. Limerance and glee
Are hormone highs. Science has made us shrink.
.. Men used to live on hints of the divine.
…. Now labs have torn the curtain of that shrine.