A Poem About The Large Hadron Collider

A football field under the surface of the earth
we've built seventeen miles of tunnel
and will try to understand the things we touch,
see, taste, are
by breaking them apart into their smallest pieces,
cooling these pieces off to the limits
of the second law of thermodynamics,
and then moving them with nearly one hundred million
pounds of magnets to almost the speed of light
and banging them together to see what they truly are made of

This is not a unique idea;

I've spent three years being broken apart,
the heat pulled from me,
collided into the pieces of me that are left
and I know nothing more about what I am made of
then I ever did

Liquid helium optional.