You Are Still Power, Still Move

though energy: you free are now, cut off from the chains of mass that lead voraciously to glory and to power now my mother I better understand for more I concentrate on what power and glory are and where they lead. I saw a hunter shoot I saw the dun, the smoke That like that smoke power and glory evaporate. Energy be freedom: At the grave and tomb when Immortality weeps her loss and her prey Futile Death thinks has reclaimed: Conservation and Principles conspire together to defeat Death's ferocious ire: Not Immortality that I suspended, that from science came and clinical: Immortality of mass, and energy both But Immortality of energy prevalent, yes, Yes, Mother you live immortal with the other cemetery residents