The Uhiverse Poem by Randolph Greer

The Universe
The ship sails on without a sail.
Or rudder as its guide.
The oozing mass of living things.
Escaping from each side.

The Universe is bound for home.
Without its mortal crew.
Or anything it journeyed for.
Its mission over due.

We see it as it nears its home.
With sparkling watered eyes.
Ot must have been a Hellish thing.
That happened to those guys.

As men endeavor to explore.
Sometimes, I question why?
Its best we never see such things
As this go passing by.

It must be Heaven's plan for us.
To see before we die,
How man's pursuit of unknown things
Can often go awry.

If so, I've learned my lesson well.
Though men I fear has not.
What evil things were done this time?
What spectacle was wrought?

We'll take our pictures, every one
So they can see it all.
The tortured mass of living things
No doubt, from Hell's sping ball.

When we're through, a braver soul
Than me will go on board.
And place a charge of fireworks
Somewhere in evil's hoard.

And then, the ship, the Universe,
The pride of man's great fleet.
Will turn into a flaming Hell
A sign of man's conceit.

Then I will say a prayer to God
For all the souls on board
The Universe, and my own ship
And worlds not yet explored.

When fooling with the genes of life
We'd better heed these words.
Sometimes it doesn't blend so well
It sticks and turns to curds.

The pictures will explain it all.
I pray they'll be revealed.
So man will cease pursuing things
That God so well concealed.

If man derives from anything
The Universe displayed.
Then he has one true destiny.
A Hell that he has made.

And if I am there to see it through,
This destiny of man.
I'll hold the torch of Heaven's fire
And burn them if I can.

So let us pray that man will yield
To God this human curse.
Exemplified by what he made.
This ship, 'The Universe'.

Greenwolfe 1962