Les Rêves Canadiens


                        HOMAGE DE BROGLIE

                     Roll-up, roll-up the legs !
                     Rabble rout the matter and carpet bag the remains,
                     but pay homage to dear Broglie;
                     with vessel and flacon of spit and bile
                     in bittersweet effigy and hallowed respite.
                     For he, life's poor merry-andrew
                     was wave against lip and tongue
                     but particle going down.

                     So swallow him, swallow him whole !
                     Our maker is enamored about stars about worlds about poles,
                     and walks in drafty cellars of entropy,
                     and hoards his precious puzzles in sparks,
                     and sleeps in Chinese fire-drills
                     below a clump of a tuft of a wisp.

                     We must give up, give up the ghost !
                     wave bye bye to nature's parallax
                     whose supramundane godlings
                     and lares et penates
                     sit high on glass thrones with wreath and aureole,
                     content as life's numinous fits and starts
                     line our solemn cortege;

                     As we give silence to this passing moment of inertia
                     that spans these heavens and firmaments.
                     Then pray with scarab and mojo and cross,
                     and hymn our Dies Irae of mirth
                     and moan your callow trite
                     and talk your shit !
                     But remember
                     kneel in the chapel of your soul
                     tidy up...tidy up
                     Not a whit  not a scrap.

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