poetry 1

Will Waltz
1 min readFeb 16, 2017

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from your dear Rosalind

Goodbye, he says without a passing glance
At what has struck me square between the eyes.
Although I cannot blame him for the pass
A little recognition would be nice.

This image, which contains a final clue,
Contributed and was their fierce ally.
A crystallographer, indeed, it’s true
’Twas me on which the duo did rely.

The cancer of my science did me in.
Good work was done, yes, that I would admit.
That single photo, “51”, and kin-
Good Lord, how I was hes’tant to commit.

But when Nobel doth give from his great hoard-
They don’t posthumously give awards!

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Will Waltz

I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls; my skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.