Ernest Rutherford takes Lucretius inside the
You were right, of course, as far as it went
(this is a compliment)
to unhouse the gods, and send packing
the naiads, dryads and spirits of place,
reducing the world to something and nothing,
the indestructible and empty space.
Now, let us dismantle
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, David Callin would be pleased to hear them.