Another Black Hole

Black Whole Poem

Pout your soul
when standing back to back
in darkness,
form that barricade
so the universe is hidden light –
the adhesive
that blinds, tears and rips
through the hair cracks of
all faith’s hypocrisy.
And all for naught since the universe
is governed by laws of science
which give the probability
of so many possible states,
there is no room for a creator;
unglued belief and cries of conscience
masked with relief come unstuck
from its black pitch –
and a stampede of high frequency
causes the Doppler effect.