Religion Meets the Nagasaki
Force of Profiled Nostrils
How feebly glacier strengths of faith resist
The megatons of fire released by you,
Your hair. Christ evanesces in a mist
Of sweat and hankering. The ice, so blue
Before I saw you, is transparent now.
No, not transparent. It is gone the way
Of Sodom and Gomorrah’s flames. No vow,
No matter how solemnity might sway
The soul, withstands the onslaught of dark curls
And lashes. Glimpsed intelligence of eye
Puts in the coup de grâce. Righteousness swirls
Away in hot obliteration’s sky.
Annihilation meets Antarctic waste.
My lust alone for you continues chaste.