Scientist

Prokarya and eukarya,

Here we cling,

The one per cent,

Not yet extinct.

Some shrill voice inside me,

A hundred million years old,

Screams I am dying,

How will I pay the bills,

What about the planet?

I will bark at you,and bite you,

You,in my way,

Enemy with my face!



The chimpanzee’s yawn

Is my yawn.

I myself am the asteroid

Rushing towards this planet.

Think of the ants,

Unchanged for aeons,

The most warlike creatures on earth.



I sit with my retrospections

And prospections,

Neither matching the actual.

Oh do not give me information,

Let me imagine...



A mitochondrion is not alive,

But the system has properties we call life.

This is the principle of the bicycle.



What is taking shape in the Petri dish?

What we term particles do not exist.

Every atom around me I postulate,

In order to feel alive.



One atom with another:

That relation seduces and bedevils.

Could I grasp it, I would sire myself on nature.