He wants to be Bigger than god He reaches for that bloody apple His eyes gleam like tiny brown pebbles Many things fall Apples and footsteps and whispers and me He flicks off his equations like lifelines to himself He finds calculus like a lantern in a fogstorm Sometimes he is shadow and sometimes he is the clearing He can carry me to shore and lay down my life I can cling to him Inside my brain I think that he knows how far I would walk Perhaps I’d wander right into that Heaven banquet Would that mortal boy be wanting of me? Would he be glad to see me ascend like he? This boy is the end of my line I’m the only one in the world he’s got His motherless, fatherless, reputationless Enter me Someone who knows of his skills Only twenty five Already gone When I see his face six months later He hands me his proof He’s fixed up gravity He’s solved the confusion Our solar system is his to command For years and years I’m his only companion No matter what happens I think that he’ll miss me I hope that he’ll miss me I hope he doesn’t miss me And when I’m finally gone It’s I who leaves before him I leave my mortal boy behind He is standing under my shadow but I am standing under him Years later when he dies He comes to me And the most amazing thing Is that I think may be just maybe That mortal boy missed me
‘That Mortal Boy’, J.R.E
I was thinking about Edmond Halley/Isaac Newton and what if edmond wrote poetry, but oh wait, he did