The Universe Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

The ship moves on without a sail
Or rudder as its guide.
The oozing mass of living things
Escaping from each side.

'The Universe' is bound for home
Without its mortal crew.
Or anything it journeyed for,
Its mission over due.

We see it as it nears it's home
With sparkling watered eyes.
It must have been a hellish thing
That happened to those guys.

As men endeavor to explore
Sometimes I question why.
It's best they never see such things
As this go passing by.

It must be Heaven's plan for us
To see before we die,
How man's pursuit of unknown things
Can often go awry.

If so, I've learned my lesson well.
Though man, I fear, has not.
What evil things were done this time?
What spectacle we've wrought!

We'll take our pictures, every one,
So they can see it all.
The tortured mass of living things.
No doubt, from Hell's spring ball.

When we're through, a braver soul
Than me will go on board.
And place a charge of fireworks
Somewhere in evil's hoard.

And then the ship, ' The Universe, '
The pride of man's great fleet;
Will turn into a flaming Hell,
A sign of man's conceit.

Then I will say a prayer to God
For all the souls on board.
'The Universe' and my own ship,
And worlds not yet explored.

When fooling with the genes of life
We'd better heed these words.
Sometimes it doesn't blend so well.
It sticks, and turns to curds.

The pictures will explain it all.
I pray they'll be revealed.
So man will cease pursuing things
That God so well concealed.

If man derives from anything
'The Universe' displayed.
Then he has one true destiny.
A Hell that he has made.

And if I'm there to see it through,
This destiny of man.
I'll hold the torch of Heaven's fire
And burn them if I can.

So let us pray that men will yield
To God this human curse.
Exemplified by what he made.
This ship, 'The Universe.'