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Thank God For Giants
If Newton and his governess
Had frolicked in the grass
When ruling geocentric fools
Held Europe under clasp
Would every faithful citizen
From London to Berlin
Still believe this dusty speck
Is heaven’s axis pin?
If Galileo, thinking twice
Interred his starry notes
Before a papal double cross
Could slit his noble throat
Would frenzied shaman exorcists
Still babble under bells,
Proclaiming reasoned points of view
Drawn up the devil’s well?
If Monsieur Pasteur shut his eyes
To microbes that weren’t there
And let the human masses breed
Diseases and despair
Would we perceive as factual
The quagmire we’d be in,
Or happily accept this lot
As punishment for sin?
If each had cast off evidence
At odds with church decree
Instead embracing wizardry
Tucked up a cosmic sleeve
Would we brand them heretics or
Burn them for sedition?
Consider how our giants act
Placed in this position
[Apr 24, 2006]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison