Old Friends

closer than I've ever snapped them before.

What's familiar made strange anew.

The Horrid Voice of Science

by Vachel Lindsay

"There's machinery in the butterfly;
          There's a mainspring to the bee;
There's hydraulics to a daisy;
          And contraptions to a tree.

"If we could see the birdie
          That makes the chirping sound
With x-ray, scientific eyes,
          We could see the wheels go round."

And I hope all men
Who think like this
Will soon lie
Underground.