The sweepers clear the way, So, the stone continues to slide, Reducing the outside force, Allowing this object in motion, To stay in motion. It looks like inertia is here to stay, Clearing the way to collide -- A collision course, Where bone meets stone, Yes, a serious notion. Instead of forcing a change, The drones do something strange, Working like a machine, They sweep the ice clean, Their senses lost in the commotion. In hindsight, the curling team, Seems mean, Why let us get a knock, From the rock? It's sounding, Like they enjoy our pounding, How astounding! Because... I mean, We're on the same team.
NOTES
I've been seeing this picture... a scene similar
to Olympic curling... where instead of hurling
stones... we're hurling humans.