PDS has new science laboratories.

Time for a poem from the Czech poet-scientist Miroslav Holub.

In the Microscope

Here too are the dreaming landscapes,
lunar, derelict.
Here too are the masses,
tillers of the soil.
And cells, fighters
who lay down their lives for a song.

Here too are cemeteries,
fame and snow.
And I hear the murmuring,
the revolt of immense estates.

 -- Miroslav Holub
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