Turn Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Newton and Einstein showed us,
But did they see them from the outside
Whilst inside them?
Did they watch each single ray of
Forward and back and feel them
Slowly pierce their lives?
Or, lifted impaled on the tender needles,
Fall because they had to?
Did they try to outrun the charging beast
That tossed us on its horns
To land on our backsides?
Take my calloused hand
And we'll turn the bull at last
And save ourselves this time.