His Faith Died
His faith died, and what replaced it?
He felt his faith dying as masks
covered chins covered
He wondered – what was his faith?
How did he know it was going?
Would he know when it was gone?
As he washed his hands over, over and over
as his house filled with the smell of disinfectant
lifting his mask up and down
in the mirror
he wondered who he was.
He let his faith die
its death was inevitable
around him masks
faith could not breathe
normality was brutalized
happiness, a fantasy
had not been invented.
His faith died, he buried it
in his garden.
He wondered about this plague
he felt sun on his face, did he imagine it?
He wondered about the sun, this air
he heard the virus could be killed
he brought his wonder, during the brief pain
in his shoulder
as he received his inexplicable protection
he brought his wonder that this protection could be
invented out of nothing
he brought the ghost of his faith
he brought the youth of his wonder
he buried his masks