The 'Conundrium' Of Ununbium - Poem by Gary Witt
While pondering what’s left of my future today,
I involuntarily breathed a sigh;
A heavy sigh, with an atomic weight of
One Twelve, by coincidence
The same as ununbium,
A man-made element, created by
Accelerating zinc against lead.
The process precisely describes how I felt,
My zinc crashing against the world’s lead,
The only difference being that
Ununbium decays, mercifully, within
Of a thousandth
Of a second…
While my sigh
Both decay at a slower,
More torturous pace.
And after the sigh
But within the time
It takes ununbium to decay
A woman who’d heard me
That’s quite a sigh
Are you okay?
Are you having a bad day?
I smiled for a moment
At her Seussian rhyme,
And said gently, I’ve seen better days.
She replied I hope
That things will work out;
I’ll say a prayer for you.
And I wondered
If there can be angels
Without a god.
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