‘The Atheist Scientist’ by Damian Robin The Society November 21, 2012 Poetry She swings huge plates and spins colliders, Shoots particles at stars to drown, (Slides coins from ears and tax providers Which wane and wax from head to gown.) She juggles charms, scales fractal spaces, Disapproves as proofs wave down; Attaches sums to umpteen places, Makes patent claims her stamping ground. And no-one starves. We live on hope. She lets us down, til out of rope. And there we float where hearts make sense Which cracks her up as “insolence.” She walks tight (magic) lines of trope And scratches in her mind to cope. Second of “Three Human Types.” Click here for other poems by Damian Robin. This poem is among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post ‘Commie Carcinomas’ and Other Poetry by Don Shoo... Commie Carcinomas When least expected they arrive, an avant garde of hordes wielding a deadly pestilence like slashing, bloody swords. Di... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.