Matches In A Waterfall Poem by Noah Smits

If God comes like a thief in the night
Why do we see his fingerprints?
Toss me the phlogiston—I'll make it right
My world'll be a place without hints
Now laced with a pinch of unfaded delight
In each pixel and sprite: a town of atheist brights
(But I hate human rights, because humans are wrong
And they come up so short whereas law's arm is long)
And as kites fall on treetops from gusts and do stick
My mutts with new tricks drop their souls into freefall
No issuing recalls—the custard's too thick
Look down:
Dense with intricacies, each subject you pick
And hence my antipathy won't judge worth a lick
Though I analyze minds and I pick up perspectives
I'd still be hard-pressed to cold-shoulder my own
What strangers, behold! My actions stand for naught at all
To these captives below like matches in a waterfall