Laser

“Laser,” New Era, Jan. 1971, 50

Laser

A shrill white scream of light

Can pierce an eye and fuse it back to black from red

Or mend a brain or weave a pattern in the wind,

Can cleave a star or ride the hurricane,

Or spread the fires of never-land

And race untouched by human hand

(It goes a law unto itself).

A shrill white scream of light

Threads spirit, tunnels fluidly,

And washes worlds in poetry

Of starkest truth;

May travel past imagination’s speed;

In short, do almost any deed

Man has the will and wisdom to pursue.

If you are light, God,

I want to be like you.