To Ms. B. Hole

by Dan Hussain

March 29, 1998

O little wrinkle in space and time;

How quiet and lonely you sit,

among trillions of stars.

O little void of innocence;

How silent and peaceful you seem,

amidst the violence of the stars.

O little daemon of malice,

How unsuspecting you prepare to pounce,

on any bit of matter that floats by.[1]

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[1] (This poem is about a black hole, an object predicted by Einstein's equations of general relativity, whose gravitation is so strong that even light cannot escape.)