Angels and RNA
by Walt Hearn
The limitations of my mind require
Forgetfulness, a planned abandonment
Of territory, retreat under fire--
Brain bombarded by what we invent,
Discover, conceptualize. Seminars
I often skip, unless the speaker's topic
Startles me, like seeking life on Mars
Or setting forth some bold submicroscopic
Solution to a problem I really care
About: What causes cancer, for instance. Then
I make room, and age-old questions haven't a prayer,
Like the number of angels on that ancient pin.
Yet, recurring patterns sometimes can be seen:
Do many messengers dance upon one gene?