Professor Plum at the LHC

By ruthless48

a proton at the Large Hadron Collider

in the dark will zip and sing

27 km

up to 7 TeV

bent by superconducting magnets

a hellbent zing

it's aiming for its twin

with precision under six detectors' eyes

to annihilate with perfection, existence in collision revise

its own bullet on cryogenic beamlines

like I'm shooting straight at you

to crush your skull into string theory's new dimension

matter~antimatter

then we're through

i would slam myself to a quark-gluon plasma

to see death crystalize your eyes

i would travel the collider's vacuum tunnel

to see you ripped of your disguise

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Published on Wednesday, March 14, 2012. Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

one year later, Syria

Comments on "Professor Plum at the LHC"

A former member wrote: I love the style of this poem. It has the vivid imagery of creation and destruction in it's most primal scream. Great write!
On Thursday, March 15, 2012, ruthless48 (172) wrote:

thank you, quantum physics is my playground