Following the big bang,

All sorts of things,

Curious and consequential

Took wing.

Things logical and incremental.

Dust congested into stars

Which congregated

Into coteries of solar systems,

With planets like Mars,

Like Jupiter and Venus,

But frankly,

Between us,

These variations out of dust

Must be much more diverse

In this universe.

Things yet to be observed

In space that is determined to be curved.

Eventually, when all this stuff

Ceases to be so rough,

When the daily grind

Processes this dust

To a form more refined

According to the mechanics

Of the second law

Of thermodynamics,

Whoever set off

The original firecracker,

The Original Bushwhacker,

Will sigh and cough And neatly fold

The whole shebang

Back upon itself,

Deposit it into His closet

Upon a shelf.