Large Hadron Collider

When they turned the large collider on,

An inadvertent trace
Of old and feeble gravity,
From an alternate place,
Hobbled through death's doorway arch
And stowed away in space.
They thought the beam electrical
Had run the usual race
And turned the sleepy switches off
As often is the case
At end of day, at end of work
When all the data's sent
And men put on their families
After the experiment.
They did not notice a tiny thing
Was sucking at a tube
For it was just a refugee
Which leaked int0 the room
And being dark and silent in
The hush of underground,
It gradually grew bigger
And never the smallest sound.
It did not leave cloud chamber trace
Or startle the alarm
But simply grew upon the soil
of the particle farm.
When they came in to smash again
Electrons in the beam,
They noticed that a smallish hole
Was siphoning with steam.
With steam and liquid oxygen
Which cools resistance down,
So they shut it off and took a nook
In the seedier side of town.
But the darkish hole kept pulling at
The atomic molecules
And soon had made the Tevatron
A muddle of twisted spools.
And now there's no denying that
A black hole took that space
And soon would leave no light turned on
In that scientific place.
No light turned on, no hint of form,
Dimension gave it birth.
Its mouth of mass was meant to eat
And starting with the Earth.

Carl Estrin