by Nick Gisburne
A priceless piece, a shard of splintered space
Is missing from the crystal at its core
Insurance puts a builder on the case
Arriving with a hammer and a saw
The hole begins to crumble and collapse
He claims his work was finished, as described
The universe, now filled with fractal gaps
Is blamed on politicians, bought or bribed
The law declines to fine the folks at fault
Their drivers, cleaners, maids, are jailed for life
And somewhere, in a gem-encrusted vault
A rich man shows the splinter to his wife
Infinity may shatter into ash
But nothing is more powerful than cash
