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 into the room. And being dark and silent in The hush of underground, It gradually grew bigger And never the smallest sound. It never left cloud chamber trace Or startled 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 fault 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 beast kept eating at The magnetic 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 born to eat And starting with the earth. Carl Estrin