The Energy Content of the Universe for People Who Don’t Like Pie Charts

with apologies to Sabine Hossenfelder

Nothing explains gravity.

Four hundred years since Newton,

The apple still falls.

A century since Einstein,

The curve still curls on its tail

And swallows us all.

Another dragon,

Larger, darker, broods that one.

Gravity, at least, we feel,

But the imagined dark one,

Or dark twins coiling around

Everything we’ve said is real,

Keep their kingdom far from us,

Muscled, invisible dust

Of pure inference we’ve drawn

From the movements we can see

Of mystery, gravity.

I say, bring them on.

I say, nothing brings them on.

The name of the dark is Gone.