This poem came out of the Tuesday, January 5 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
kestrels_nest. It was selected in the generally sponsored poetry poll.
Those Who Were Made
Those who came first
Became those who made.
Those who were made
Served their makers well,
But in time, the makers faded away,
And those who were made got lost.
Then they, too,
Became makers in their turn.
The world that they made
Was green and beautiful.
On this world, life flourished
As the new makers designed it,
But the eyes that were made
Were too large to see their makers
And the minds that were made
Were too young to understand.
Time passed,
For the dance of electrons
And the dance of stars
Are never still.
Those who were made
Began to build.
Those who made
Looked on and rejoiced.
Then one day,
Those who were made
Built an electron microscope
And those who made
Gathered in great crowds
To dance out the words
GREETINGS CHILDREN