I have long been puzzled by astrophysicists who theorize that dark matter and dark energy comprise 95% of the universe, though there is not direct evidence of their existence. I can’t help but be a bit suspicious of any equation that requires 95% of the equation to be “plugged” to try and make sense of the 5% for which there is directly observable evidence. In this poem, I use this puzzle as a metaphor for the darkness of our body politic…
Dark Madder
A physic
Of what kind
Due wee
Need
A body politic
Dine on the vine
Whose soul meaning
Wrests on dark madder
And more sow dark energy
As 95% of the hole of creation
