writes about the Lost Hurwitz Nano Sculptures

This poem was written
On a pinhead
In nanometre
In fonts a miniscule high
The tiniest expression
Of Amazement
Art as vast and brief
As an Imagination
Of Critics, clustered
Around a microscope
Jostling to make
Gargantuan opinions
The world holds its breath
As a priceless collection
Vanishes. Inhaled.
Caught in the hair
Of a sneering nostril
The Mona Lisa smiles
Imperceptibly amused
That we always found her
Smaller than we imagined
As if she knows there is space
In the thickness of
A scant layer of paint
To shape a MicroCosmos
Of smirks and scowls