Pronounce it ‘kahy-oht’

A coyote speeds Through snowy weeds Toward the Main Injector. Perhaps he spies, With fiery eyes, A sign of El Dark Sector. Photo: Denton Morris, AD

A coyote speeds

Through snowy weeds

Toward the Main Injector.

Perhaps he spies,

With fiery eyes,

A sign of El Dark Sector.

Photo: Denton Morris, AD

Chasing a dream
From stream to stream,
Following every vector,
A coyote went
With ardent bent
In search of El Dark Sector.

For matter dark,
For some small spark,
In various detectors,
He scanned and sought.
Yet he saw naught
That looked like El Dark Sector.

“Dark energy —
I hear its plea
To prove it’s no mere specter!”
He feared he’d fail.
‘Twas his white whale:
This land of El Dark Sector.

His wounds he nursed.
“To see it first
Would be the sweetest nectar.”
“Then keep it up,”
said his small pup,
“If you seek for El Dark Sector!”