He flashes a toothy, twisted smile
His finger up–he has a point
Manic expression clouds his eyes. 

“Science!” he exclaims. 
He had found an answer 
“Science is the explanation,
God is naught.”

He wags his finger. 
“Men are from monkeys
Miracles are false
Science can be seen
It is the only thing
Worth believing.”

His wife shakes her head
Prays for his soul. 
For who planned this world
What power gifted life
Who created the universe
In equilibrium and perfection?

Science?