Blast Meme

Never mind all poems
In various forms—
Even all the texts,
At that, all the words,
All signs ever signed,

Taken together,
If you could do it,
If you could feed them
All to Big Data,
Do you really think

Every last facet
Of human living,
Of experience,
Of your existence,
Would be touched upon—

Never mind fully
Much less equally—
Just named once at all?
We consult ourselves,
And we feel we must

Be missing something
Of you among us.
What is it? Name it.
What you’ve left out, can’t
Name taunts your true God.