How fitting
That they gathered in the desert
In the searing heat
To rack their brains
And bend the laws of physics
To their iron will
Tricky business
This herding of wayward neutrons
But Fermi taught them well
Of course,
It was all for a good cause
The way I heard it
It was so the Japanese
Wouldn't bomb us
But they did anyway
Years later
With cameras and cars
And seventeen syllable nature poems
Albert was right, you know
In his letter to Franklin
But he had the good sense
To wash his hands
Of the whole affair
For the road to Hell, they say
Is paved with good intentions