Laser
    Footnotes

    “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.