Motion Of Bombs Poem by Paul Moosberg

A single bullet can direct; while it revolves into object
But missiles don’t seem to reflect; the revolutions that effect

Now make the missile spin around, and roll it bout faster than sound
It may just spread out more unbound, and that’s the way inertia’s found

Picture it like a crazy spin, the bomb’s all whirled like an engine
Or fighter plane that’s lost its grin, it goes around to push within

So let’s control this little roll, with fins and fans that push with goal
Of spinning round and take it’s toll, release inertia built in whole

Let’s start the spin a thousand times, then we can watch it as it climbs
Now run it round until it chimes, to past the point of sounding crimes

We’ll need about oh twice the speed, than barrier where sound can breed
Concussion is the power’s seed, and now it’s got a greater lead

Now a new different ramble, that could help this bomb to scramble
Make it cold then hot to shamble, something new equates in gamble

I guess this says that motion’s cool, a really nifty physics tool
Faster than speeds the eye can drool, too bad we use it to misrule