Black Holes Be Found Poem by Ima Ryma

Astronomers on Earth refine
The ways and means to calculate
The infinite light years that shine
To us at a forever rate.
Monster black holes lurking out there
Provide new points of measurement
At the cores of galaxies where
Mind over matter may present.
So sinister sounds a black hole.
Does one lurk in the Milky Way,
Moving with its gobble up goal
Of absorbing all cosmic ray?

Is a black hole, hell? Guess we'll know,
If and when into one we go.