Dark matter seems to be
What isn't there to be seen
In between
What we see.
They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.
Yet, while it can't be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations that irk
To work.
Should dark matter matter,
Would dark matter matter
A titter or twitter,
A transmitter flitter,
A spatter or smatter-
This transparent matter-
To other than fans of the science news
Or hopefuls for lists of physics who's whos?
Like other matters of matter that matter
A pitter or patter, a skitter or scatter,
It has to be plumbed, summed up and summed down,
Verified, clarified, ere it's dumbed down.
One cannot spot it with unaided eyes-
Oh, may the way to explore it be wise!
Some sons and daughters of Mother Earth's waters
And sands of the dreamlands of Father Time
Are trying to fathom celestial history,
Master its mystery, reason and rhyme.
Physicists hunt for dark matter, to move it
With particle accelerators, to prove it
Exists as suspected, from data collected
With outcome expected, eureka! projected...
But let us remember that they call it dark.
How can one discern an invisible quark?
They're searching to learn of this strange seeming stuff,
For knowledge is power- there's never enough...
It's thought our universe has a whole lot of it.
Those who suppose it give info they've got of it...
Dark matter exerts gravitational pull.
It glues stars together, makes galaxies full.
Unlike normal matter it plays hide and seek
And so much of it's interactively weak...
Speaking of such massiveness subatomic,
Its acronym is ironically comic...
With or without this WIMP snicker factor
There's still a detractor or two around...
Though a gamma ray clue may have been found
In the center of our own Milky Way-
Dark matter collisions, that is to say.
A curious mind always digs and delves.
Yet, are we not getting ahead of ourselves?
High fly the dreams of the capped and gowned
To be world-renowned, laureate-crowned...
Breakthroughs in deep outer space astound...
While here on the ground, horrors abound!
Be it phantom or really elusively there,
Dark matter inferred, if ever laid bare,
When we've been interred, with nary a word
To mark our swift passage, might have the last laugh
With 'what fools were mortals! ' for our cenotaph-
'Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
Humans unlocked them, but all was not light.'
< January 2011 >
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hopefuls for lists all of physics who's who's? Love the humor you dress this poem with, the last stanza is matserfully written, yes a curious mind does indeed dig and delve and one good thing about getting ahead of ourselves is that we can look behind with better vision. A wonderful poem! ! !
Yes, I did have some fun with that poem and I'm glad you recognized what I did. I appreciate your reading and commenting on my poems in this way. In fact, you are reviving my own interest in them as well... Thank you!