POEM “The Universe of Missing Mass,“ by John Sacelli

John Sacelli

when i was a child i went to mass. didn’t like it much. our father which art in heaven . . is there really witch art in heaven? do they cast spells, burn sinners in latin? was afraid, didn’t like it much

when i was a young man left the church, joined the masses revolution of the masses, by the masses for the masses didn’t care for that either mass movements, mass murder scared me too

now an old man and the subject is still mass the mass of the earth which binds us here gravity, the grave

mass, masses, massed armies, fortunes amassed, mass hysteria, mass extinctions, mass illusion

oh, i know, it has a purpose mass - held us here while we learned held us together

while we grew the masses did the work built farms and forms cities and societies

but now i have to leave want to leave i want to fly skip the scene skip the unseen the earth is massive jupiter more so the sun, still more but when we fly, high enough they are small, tiny, vanishing

it is my time to be untied to be untide i will not cheat you i will not cheat the earth matter, mass i will leave my body atoms, ashes then leave my bodhi leave my bodhisattva with all these young masses

i will be what physics, churches nations cannot find the universe of missing mass