Human Imagination Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

No sample found, no trace to see,
Of creatures from mythology.
No ancient ghost, no angel bright,
Whose code science could bring to light.

For if they walked, or flew, or swam,
A speck of them, a tiny gram,
Would leave a sign, a cell, a strand,
For science's careful, seeking hand.

But when we test what's claimed to be,
A monster's claw, a fairy's knee,
The tests return, a common name,
A bear, a dog, it's all the same.

The myths may speak of magic spells,
Of forms that shift, and strange new smells.
But if they can't be seen or caught,
Then DNA can not be sought.

The Nessie's hum, the Bigfoot's stride,
In stories old, they softly hide.
But not in genes, or ancient bone,
These creatures are in tales alone.