The Poet Reconciles Her Two Worlds

When asked why I believe I say (well first
I mark my battered Origin) but then:
Consider anglerfish, that most perverse
Of finned and swimming mouths (or one of them).
It is no proof, or not in formal sense
And yet those cave-like bear-trap maws that gape
Like evil shipwrecks or a graveyard fence
Are in their way divine -- or how they mate!
The ladies with their harems on their backs,
The tiny gentlemen reduced to sacks
Of clinging parasitic sperm, or how
That deadly dinner-bell hangs from her brow!
For all the world's uncertain, we have this:
If God can make a joke, then God exists.