A poem

Neutrinos, they are very small
they have no charge and have no mass
and do not interact at all.
The earth is just a silly ball
to them, through with they simply pass,
like dustmaids down a drafty hall
or photons through a sheet of glass.
They snub the most exquisite gas,
ignore the most substantial wall,
cold-shoulder steel and sounding brass,
insult the stallion and his stall
and, scorning barriers of class,
infiltrate you and me! Like tall
and painless guillotines, they fall
down through out heads into the grass.
At night they enter at Nepal
and pierce the lover and his lass
from underneath the bed- you call
it wonderful; I call it crass.

-J. Updike, Telephone Poles and other poems (1963)