Pete Townshend, Shakespeare And Penzias & Wilson Poem by Tony Jolley

Does the 'Big Bang' of living
Leave a sort of Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation behind it –
The faintest of faint echoes
Reverberating below the waterline
Of the hubbub of everyday life,
Softly whispering of who we once were
To ears that can't hear?
Like the last vestige of some gargantuan
Pete Townshend power chord
Struck on a '58 Gibson Les Paul Custom (in black, of course)
Thrumming through an over-driven Marshall stack the size of the Moon
The sounds of humanity's poor players
Who once strutted and fretted
Their short 60 minutes or years and now are no more.
Is the 'idiot's tale' still told?
Does its sound and fury
Signify some nano-mote more than nothing after all?

..... Where are our Penzias and Wilson
When we need them? ......


[Don't suppose you'll believe me if I said that the spur to this was seeing an old house knocked down..... I just wondered where all the echoes of the lives and loves lived therein went. Hope you get the allusions: and science-loving guitarist will... or should....! ].