Becquerel Poem by James McLain

The monies gone the party for you is all but over.
Let me say to all of you God speed, good night.
The compass that you lost,
that said the world was never flat I have found.
Never be alone into this world you chose to come.
From where it all began, if you could go again.
To think I hear the wages of you're told it's sin.
Now as people go were never done with that.
I know you know because of Becquerel.
A world you turned away and now you try to find.
Time is stagnant dry and wet is also dry.
You can only know because of Becquerel.
Don't look back into the dark, I must go on.