Improvements Poem by Jan Sand

Copernicus
Created fuss
In honing the complex
Into simplicities.
“I stand, ” he said,
“In the center of the sun,
Thereby exiling
All eccentricities.”
Twirling worlds
No longer pirouette
In inertial etiquette,
In Ptolemaic arabesque
Which, though decorative
To some, pejorative
In excess, grotesque.
So, the Sun, now king,
Central to our solar thing,
Has tidied up
Orbit rococo.
Although obscure
And less pure,
The older view
Had charm and grace.
Mars no longer
Rides his epicycle
Through space.