A Huss of nebula wilderness bones,

Napthal melted rouge rod of Exodus,

“Van Allen belts” robbed from his honored zones,

He mocked the fire, chain and stake of dazed fuss.

Drunken stars swerved out of orbit, nailed

Near collision of Venus, Mars and Earth:

Oil fields born, rivers reversed, gods unveiled,

Ritual progenerated prime hearse.

Cunning scholars with jealous gray matter

Pelted warped stones at his space synthesis;

Moved less than snails to view data lettered,

They coldly buried new analysis.

Truths surfaced like bites of tsetse flies,

Now hailed a god among peers, prophet-size.

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