Stone in contemplation

At icy water’s edge

Mr. Campbell’s unfortunate end

For convictions of their truths

Eddington and Einstein both condemned

By luckless circumstance

the wave breaks upon this stone

The bastion of some undefined

proposition we are not alone

Stones, they trouble naught

nay even a sixpence

Over any ken

of their own existence

Sentient beings, blessed and cursed

not knowing the way of their end

will forever do their worst

to author it again