MATHEMATICS


She is like god
Toppled from her absolute infallible pedestal
From the haven of unshakable belief
To the mortal realms of humanistic creation

She is cold austere and pristine
Reveling in the glory of her intuitive geniuses

Like the mother
Who has lost everything
Only the fond memories of her son to cling to
The queen relegated to the slave

She works overtime for the worldly successes
Of science and society

Chaos runs amok
Within her apparently ordered state
Ripped to the core torn apart limb by limb
Her dying organs decay and degenerate

While pilgrims on the road such as I
Still find in her our true salvation