Tom Jacobs  2006 All Rights Reserved

Einstein's Brain

For years after
his death, it sat
in a jar,
curved glass
filling
a curved hole in Wichita,
slanting sunlight
stretching
long shadows
over the slow arc
of the plains.

A humble career after
the body failed, no
unified theory, just
a gap
on a shelf, then
two, and more,
the slivers of science sliced and
sent around the globe,
a mind
divided.

Nathan Richardson
Copyright 2006

 

Nathan Richardson lives in Maryland with his wife. They are expecting their first child in September and are excitedly telling everyone they meet! Nathan's work has appeared in Concrete Wolf and Juxtapositions and is currently online in the Winter 2005/2006 issue of ken*again.


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