Tesla

'While listening on my cosmic phone

I caught words from the olympus blown

A newcomer was shown around

That much I could guess, aided by sound

There's archimedes with his lever

Still busy on problems as ever

Says: Matter and force are transmutable

And wrong the laws you thought immutable

Below, on earth, they work at full blast

And news are coming in thick and fast

The latest tells of a cosmic gun

To be pelted is very poor fun

We are wary with so much at stake

Those beggars are a pest—no mistake

Too bad, sir isaac, they dimmed your renown

And turned your great science upside down

Now a long haired crank, einstein by name

Puts on your high teaching all the blame

Says: Matter and force are transmutable

And wrong the laws you thought immutable

I am much too ignorant, my son

For grasping schemes so finely spun

My followers are of stronger mind

And I am content to stay behind

Perhaps I failed, but I did my best

These masters of mine may do the rest

Come, kelvin, I have finished my cup

When is your friend tesla coming up

Oh, quoth kelvin, he is always late

It would be useless to remonstrate

Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet

I knock and—the bedlam of the street