Blasphemy, heresy – punishable
By fire and sword, breaking and
Blood-letting, holy fury unleashed.
Belief is fragile as poisoned sugar
Because even fanatics know deep
Beneath the skin that monuments
To faith stand on no ground at all.
Even avatars of virtue trade vows
Of silence and celibacy, hair shirts
And thorns, for secrecy, the furious
Delight in the youngest flesh, pain
And anger, and unoriginal sin ever
Alive behind lives of public decency.
Belief is a mask, a pantomime horse,
A ridiculous joke on its teller, its
Believer, it’s naked and aroused fool.
I am a good and kind and clean.
Cherished Belief
