Mister Feynman Cuts His Hand Poem by jim hogg

A sudden surge by nanotech was bound to wake the Starks
Thus Feynman's finger copped a slice between the awkward quarks
A daring dash at proofing proofs had prompted this affright
An unexpected thrust of paper plane in flight swerved right
And fooled the man who'd otherwise remained unfooled by self
So struck was he, so stuck was he, so stuffed was he, he bled
On Dune this would be criminal, on Geidi Prime sublime
but here, within the multiverse, there's time enough for time

For quantum origami games there will be even more
Enough for pounding Eliot's effusions and his door
For ligature, or stricturing, or scriptural to staunch
Machinery of blood aboard the offshored rescue launch
Be quick, a drip, the dog, a lick, will super coldly clot
Let Inspiration suck it up, his particles, the lot.

19 02 20