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Our nomads are unsettled still, in part
Because we say that Art and Science should
Be equal partners, but when midnight falls, 
The time the happy partners say goodnight
And walk upstairs to bed, we're shocked to think
That they should lie together.  To entwine
Technology and Art seems dangerous and queer.

We're used, of course, to Art's redemptive role
To render scientists humane, and offer propriation
For the pain of Dresden, Nagasaki, 
For the whales, the smells, the ozone, and our sins.
Art ministers to science, sure, but their embrace
Still seems perverse, incestuous and strange.