Higgs' Digs

The boys—and surely also ladies—

Who run the tunnels hot as Hades

In Switzerland, a place called CERN,

Where Hadron rules and people learn

Just how matter’s put together

Has mass or is as light as feather—

The girls, I say, but most are boys,

And big colliders are their toys,

Were celebrating Peter Higgs

At their accelerated digs,

The man whose boson or whose field

They hoped, still hope, will someday yield

The necessary gravity,

Lest world becomes a cavity

Where only light-speed particles

Fly by like cyber articles;

Where things do not cohere, for mass

Is gone, was never there; and gas,

That thinnest of all stuff we know,

Would not exists. And that is so

Because if Higgs were absent from

This sphere, we cannot go or come.

There would be too much symmetry.

There wouldn’t be a galaxy.

Thank heaven therefore for the Higgs.

It surely saves our humble digs.