Poetical Analytics

They say that your idols must be contemporary
But they don't account for the fact she is so extraordinary
A mother of invention oh my life
A tinkerer whose toolset came from her mind!

All too young and you are gone
The brightest sparks are never long
What a world you went and made!
Can you still see it from that grave?

What hidden numbers has she wrought?
She invented an algorithm with thoughts!
A modest mechanical mathematical mind making models so that
We can discover more of the world

All too young and you are gone
The brightest sparks are never long
What a world you went and made!
Can you still see it from that grave?

All too young and you are gone
The brightest sparks are never long
What a world you went and made!
Can you still see it from that grave?



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic William Jean-luc Jones
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