Mike Staker is a U.S. Army researcher who is well-known in cold fusion
circles. He recently wrote a poem parodying Robert Frost's, "Stopping by
the Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Dropping by the Lab, which is "Glowing", this Evening
Fusion Fire From Frost (F4)
by Michael R. Staker
September 2005
Whose research area? I don't rightly know.
Their expertise should be copious though.
They will not see me working so,
Investigating cold fusion for mankind's pro.
They have dismissed the topic here.
The reason? It might not be so clear,
Explains Mallove, Beaudette, Krivit, Winocur,
Commencing from their will, not intellectual steer.
Science consists of experiments and theory.
Knowledge is reveled after one is weary,
In the lab, not lovely, dark and dreary,
Instead of sneering for a quarterly diary.
Support and funding is not a hope to seek.
But we of LENR have character too deep;
That makes for promises to keep,
And pleads: "Experiments, complete!"
One of Staker's co-workers, who might wish to remain anonymous, wrote a
response parody based on Poe's "The Raven:"
As I sat in my cubie weary
Thinking of ballistics dreary,
Came an e-mail thru the door.
It told a tale of fusion frigid,
Of science attitudes so rigid,
They banished test results of yore.
And what am I to make of this,
That gets an establishment so pissed,
Their funding folks said, "Nevermore"?
What is it about deuterium
That stimulates so much delirium
They send support right to the floor?
Could it be our mighty nation,
In search of energy salvation,
Can't take solutions any more?
Is our foresight so myopic
When it should be telescopic
That blinds us to another door?
So I guess we'll just rely on
Gasoline at three bucks a gallon
And climate temperatures that soar.
