As well as being National Poetry Month, April is Mathematics Awareness Month and this year's theme is "The Future of Prediction." In search of a poem on the theme, I found the following sonnet by poet Joyce Nower -- third in a section of 20 sonnets, "Meditations of Hypatia of Alexandria," in her collection, The Sister Chronicles and Other Poems (IUniverse, 2012), available in both print and electronic versions.
3. Scales Can't Calculate* by Joyce Nower
Hypatia, Math, God One, can't plot the locus
of soul and star, predict exactly where
and when you die, whose hand deals death. No hocus
pocus by priests decodes the vicious stare
of wilding in the streets, can tell you what
your agony (dismemberment), who scooped
up bones laid on the altar cloth, a clot
where life had been, for sixty years about.
Aghast, I piece the broken tale together --
that's all that's left -- but shards don't make a cup.
And giving what? Not solace. Still I wonder
why era after era the step up
is so worn down, why scales can't calculate
malaise, the depth of lack, the height of hate.
*A note on the word "wilding": "Wilding" is a word coined in the 1990's to describe gang violence against solitary women walking or jogging in Central Park, New York City.
for even to
at all. Hypatia