Poets don’t seem to live very long lives.
The author inscribed on the marble set in earth
lived to be 34
or maybe 35
depending on what month his birthday was in
and what month it was when he died.
Scientists, however,
seem to drag on forever,
earning their Nobels when
they’re old and withered.
I think they both do the same job -
Scientists and Poets -
musing about the meaning of the universe,
but answering in different ways.
While Scientists build colliders
to recreate the beginning,
Poets take their lives to understand its meaning,
but neither passes on any discoveries to the living.
Would a Scientist
with the soul of a Poet die
young, old, or middle aged?
Or would they cancel the mathematics
with an impossible rage
and find immortality
on both anthology and lab report page?
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