Monday, January 21, 2013

One Hundredth Monkey

It is written that poetry and mathematics
Are incompatible areas of study.
On what planet?
The universe and all that is in it
Is written in the letters of numbers,
From laws of motion and gravity 
Holding earth together
To the golden mean of the human body.
This language in the hands of a poet
Would create an awesome poem
And it might sound like a composition
By Bach or MozArt 
Read by the voice of Aslan
Singing worlds together.
Borodin the chemist composer
Of symphonic poem
Was not an oxymoron
More renaissance man
Like Leonardo
Our planet needs more of.
A think tank of them
Might achieve
World peace and unobtainium.
On what planet?
There will always be a Roman soldier
To effect the death of Archimedes,
He who wrote only one poem.
There will always be a fanatic mob
To scrape off the skin and
Beat down the likes of Hypatia.
There will always be a library
Set on fire burning answers
To our numerological fate.
But one day there will be
The One-Hundredth Monkey of our race.