Classic Poem

Paolo Uccello's battle horses' hooves
First roused this tumult which assaults our ears,
This calumny of time, this spacious rage
Which every dusty fool now thinks he hears.

The young men and the pennons are upraised,
Superb in embattled space, a charger rears
Haunches surpassing hours of men and spears.

Now Einstein's head is wearier than age;
Night dies; and sun alone the morning proves.
But dawn shall hear those mighty buttocks praised.