' Turn the Bunsen
Up a little higher,
O.K. -
Move the tube
Just a little lower. '
' There? '
' Yes. Good!
Now, gently sway it
Through the flame -
But not too quickly! '
' Add another drop
Of this solution? '
' Yes. '
' We should have it
any second now. '
' We should. '
' See, it’s clouding! '
The mass precipitates.
' Careful!
Not too hot!
Christ, watch that flame! '
' Don't let that bubble! '
ZAPOP! ! !
'Turn off the gas.
The garbage chute is there -
Beneath the crucifix! '
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem