FUNDAMENTAL ELEMENTS.

There’s a man
At the University of Chicago
Who’s in charge of
An experiment to detect
Dark Matter Particles,
But he’s finding it difficult,
In the windy city,
As the hadrons that he’s after
Won’t stay still long enough
To capture,
But I don’t really care so much
For that stuff,
As my love
Is trapped
In her basement flat,
In that same city,
As the season wails
In its own cardinal flavours
All around her,
And just when I thought that I’d found her
I lost her again
And can barely begin to make amends
By telling her how much she’s missed
And loved
And as such I’m moved
To declare that the nature of despair
Is much blacker
Than any missing atoms.