Black Hole God

You’ve always believed in evidence,
But evidence always comes from folks.
In roughly a lifetime, consensus

Has come for the existence of black holes.
It’s not exactly analogous
To trusting a pope, to trust black holes

Are as real as the holes in your flesh,
Although made of presence not absence,
And simply too massive to be seen,

Given how selfishly they hog light.
No, this consensus is tentative,
Flexible, and evolving, three clues

You’re not being asked to take on faith
Any given group’s absolute truth.
Still, you’re exercising human trust

When you find yourself under dark skies,
And you lose yourself imagining
A black hole in that backbone of dust.