Boiling Point Poem by Stan Petrovich

I see clouds covering all 'faith':
That God exists is a quandary that Science answers with a NO;
His being is illogical.
If the tornadoes that recently 'saved' several families by a god,
then where was He for the 8 who were abruptly killed
in a violent and indiscriminant way?
It is ALL, as quantum theory states,
merely statistical...

The clouds shine brightly
the moon peeks through a hole
the face grimacing on the moon is no more a supreme being
that what is stupidly called a supreme being
the face is the remaining ancient meteors therefore gods are nothing new
nothing old and nothing coming
except to perhaps wipe out the earth
of its own doing or not doing
I say that love & existence are nothing more
than a chance rendering of certain molecules
in a certain place
never to come again
but to fade into the fading night sky
in the far distant future