On Miracles
Let's workshop this poem about how nature—unfathomably immense and intricate—does not need supernatural elements to account for whatever goes on (even so-called “miracles”)
On Miracles
Countless nuclear ovens
feeding planets
death-bound in orgasm,
nature—rich enough
in fear and boredom
and desire for control,
misperceptions and wishes
and close calls;
in drugs and tumors
and insanities,
charlatanry and credulity—
needs no super-nature.
