Galileo

The 1980's had a song about you.

Maybe it was the 1990's, I'm

not sure.

The Copernicus question

haunted you, spurred you

on until you knew

the Sun was set.

It was the beginning and the

end/ we spun unto history

around it.

The earth, us, around him,

the sun. The Son, as Jesus

spun around the father

and DaVinci painted the Creation

on the Sistine.

Arcetri was your fate.

The town in Italy where

you were exiled and I was

born a scientist,

like you.