Deep throat

Deep throat bursts loud and hoarse
Not unlike cuckoo over coming rain.
We have to explain our sky’s holes
Black like particles of a cuckoo rain.

Cuckoo’s rain bursts in deep throat
If there is no rain on the Asoka tree.
We have to explain the black holes
In windy spaces of its upper foliage.

We need our theory to explain how
All our everything fits into nothing
And why time that began with bang
Always ends up in a sky’s pot holes.

(after watching the Stephen Hawking biopic The Theory of Everything)