With a puzzled frown, he faced the gloom
No more books, or riffs, too weak to attack
His bags were packed. He left the room
He walked into the night. Did not come back
It was the dark time, before Christmas
He was stoical. Bravery was his thing
The Higgs boson still eluded us
He was Prometheus – man is king
God is not great, he said, we are
In this, he was wrong – and right
It was a lonely place to park his car
For God is our breath. God is light
The song of birds. Every particle
Each word we write. Every article
