Though not a scientest, I love things like
Algebra, mysteries, chicken guts;
Regular, solvable, neatly packaged.
When the (ab) squared meets 2(ab) in chapter one
And they turn out to have found the missing documents
Then the gall bladder will be atop the liver.
Every single time.
Wrapped in the glistening, translucent shroud
Once Joce and I helped Martin and Maurice blow
A hole in the Canadian shield. I held the jack hammer
That ran off the air compresser, and
I´ve got the scars on my boots to prove it.
Dynomite rhymes with ´skin on tight.´
I ate some dynomite for good health.
Martin and Maurice are both dead now,
(aha! The discovery of the bodies), and I´m
getting thin-all-right, but my health’s so far so good.
We drilled the holes ten feet apart.
We dropped in the dynomite and Martin ran the fuse
We hid past the hill while Maurice pushed the handle
When the dust settled I ran to inspect the fallout
A field of new rocks glistening, kept fresh
Since the creation in the caul of hiddenness.
To clear up the mystery the boys
Died a natural death from drinking.
I´ll die of old age, and my secrets go with me.
Even though Maurice (rhymes with porous) told me
(back in chapter fifteen) that you can always tell dynomiters
by the crescent moons scarred forever on their insteps.