World renown the bender of gravity
White spikes of hair
Corona like solar flare
Generalizer of relativity
Weaving wavering wobbling the grinning bicyclist speeds past--
crunching gravel velocity of travel estimated c times ten to the minus eight--
on fat-tired affair named Rollfast.
Boy at play
California Institute of Technology
Pasadena CA.

"Be careful, Doctor Einstein!"

Too late. The master of gravity by gravity undone,
his world-line flipped in space time.
His cusp runneth over.
Lies grieving in the gravel
Bike tires slowly gyre,
slipping across the unsmogged California sky
of 1933,
so clear that he can behold infinity.

He sees the vulgar gods, bearded and sinewy,
dancing on cloven hooves to the radio tunes of pulsars
and rolling dice.
The heavens reverberate with their clangorous laughter.
The spots on the dice are galaxies.
"It cannot be," moans Einstein.