Human Sugar CubeA Poem by Earl SchumackerReality is heavyHuman Sugar Cube
Is that a sugar cube meant for tea Seven billion people can't be wrong If the matter that composes them leaves What becomes of humans There becomes a great emptiness Of course it does, it's gone
The entire population of the Earth Can fit inside a hand, perhaps the palm like a cube of sugar but less sweet A very special hand indeed is needed
It must be alien of course Stronger than a parallel universe That much weight in one small space Would crush the planet and all that's in it Go right through it like a knife through butter Back to the infant universe that had a bang
A force in nature born Matter is really energy Converted in the void When removed from humans There is a lot of empty That is how it works In our universe
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StatsAuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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