On Quarks And Quirks Poem by shimon weinroth

seen only by traces, of sub-atomic parts,
composed of six flavors in motion and signs
neutron commotion and anti-quarks,
quirks are situations, gone astray,
claim acclaim by compare of social and quacks

I have asked myself, to prove my state of being,
motion and my wastes fill the garbage dumps
there for inspection, pollution and infection,

are we some quirk of nature, quarks of
some planned scheme, chartered by genes
enslaved by DNA predetermined and willed

happiness is another story