Anyway, here's what I've been fiddling with when I'm NOT writing. (still, sob.)
Young Science
He holds the abacus
Like a shield
Against his over-dressed chest.
His mother’s hands
So proud, fixing the tie, fixing
His fate.
Like a shield
Against his over-dressed chest.
His mother’s hands
So proud, fixing the tie, fixing
His fate.
Scorned,
Tormented by his peers who mock
Anything larger than themselves
Who giggle and offend
What they cannot
Understand.
Tormented by his peers who mock
Anything larger than themselves
Who giggle and offend
What they cannot
Understand.
The thing that will save them
Later
When they need him
When their lives
Rely on his inventions
When their diseases
Their aches and arguments
Can only be solved
By the gentle ministrations
Of everything that makes him
Later
When they need him
When their lives
Rely on his inventions
When their diseases
Their aches and arguments
Can only be solved
By the gentle ministrations
Of everything that makes him
Stand out.
~Frances