St. Paul and the Atom
And two milleniums of dust covered yeses
Are suddenly blown into a distinct negation.
Plato's chair begins to make unflattering remarks,
And St. Paul, Plato's prize pupil,
Comes in his creaking body with owl-like eyes
Out of the laboratory
Croaking, "Now you see it; now you don't.
Aha, Aha, I told you so."