Even before I blink a thought
A gamma ray fllts and winks out
Flies across the screen
And off the stage
As if it, had never been
Measuring the intensity
And the interval
Says the gamma was,
Had a life, made a mark
Electronic energy of some sort
Alas there are no gama rays
At the end of a rainbow
Only a pot of gold
And a Lerprachaun to tease
You might spot them on Hymalayian summits
Or marking twain on the Mississippi
You might swallow one
Unknowingly get charged
In a hall of music
Listenng to Brahms fourth
It might fly in your ear or up your nostril
You would never know
You had been impregnated
By a Gamma Ray
Not by a Beta or Alpha
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