Is it ironic?
That they birthed the blackest black
In a room full of white light
Made me wonder
What does black look like in a womb?
Waiting to be born, waiting to absorb all the light
They gave it a name
Vantablack rose up through the metallic flames
Anduril in one hand the Antichrist in another
The sculptors and the painters fought for the science
One won his vain war, the other asked:
“How do we SEE the absence of light?”
The poet, she smiled.
For the world has now seen and baptized
The blackest black of her mind!