Carry on talking



From twisted flesh and sinew

You dared to dream

To think, to see, to do

And in that doing felt

The Universe create anew


But doing dares beyond

To tell the species how

Uniquely made it is

Not for that which follows life

But simply what is now:

That mind could put an end to strife


And all, you said, of peace

Came down, at last, to this:

That talking raised us up

That talking kept us sane

That talking keeps the open door

And throws away the blame.


In memory of Professor Stephen Hawking


©The Silent Eye.