Quarks may come, or go, or fade
And never reader move an eye
But in the wintery evening shade
Half-down the light our Mother lies;
Wherefore the sun? Wherefore the lark?
When MOAB lags, reasons are simple rage
Therefore, our eyes must leave the quark
And Mother raise back up the page.

Phineas Bloomscheiss
"Brutal Musings"
Octavius Gundermyer and Sons, Berlin, 1931