Nomad Writer

Test tubes neatly aligned

The essence of our being

Collected and reduced

To flows of fluorescent fluid

Within tubular walls

Too high for us to climb free

So we are left

To chance and the haunts

Of its Cheshire smile

As we are jostled and studied

Under microscopic curiosity

Intent on making us

Worthy sacrifices

To a hallowed deity

All hail Science

And her victories!

Her unsung failures

Covered in beds of daisies

Gathered in euthanized silence

As the endless pursuit continues

For the coveted elixir

The panacea to end

This constant suffering