A Shutdown Poem

A Shutdown Poem
 
Unfortunately, I can see
On each hallway display
The bar across the top remains
Unbroken shutdown gray
 
Some magnets now are warming
Though they're usually frigid
No beams means there's no need to make
The beamline tuning rigid
 
We cannot get new data,
Only process what we have
It's hard to soothe our troubled minds
With scientific salve
 
Not just the researchers bemoan
Our lack of running time
Devices in the vaults are sad
They miss the beams sublime
 
The S800 beckons
I can see it in my dreams
It's lonely and would even take
The very rigid beams
 
Poor SeGA isn't playing
It's just sitting in the lab
The detectors are all silent;
The whole place is kind of drab
 
The sweeper isn't bending
And its blue light isn't on
Detectors see just background
And our beamtime now is gone
 
Oh, LEBIT isn't Penning
Trapping masses one by one
Until we restart in the fall,
Its weighing job is done
 
Dear MoNA still sees neutrons
There's no beam, but it's okay
It gets a lot of signals from
A passing cosmic ray
 
HiRA's telescopes are off
They're sadly lacking counts
One day soon, they hope to get
Some beam in large amounts
 
The Data-Us are empty
The Control Room is bereft--
Alas, that our dear Congress
Poorly funded NSF!
 
The vaults are now wide open--
A good time to have a tour--
Come visit us on campus
And we'll show you what's in store.