Leaving Church
Ring around the rosie:
Circle up, grab hands –
His feels cool and dry
Against my warmth;
We’re made to exchange
Temperatures.
Pockets full of posies:
Smile across from you,
Skip, knees high.
No matter the cost,
We’re going to make
Nice.
Ashes, ashes:
They scatter from a flame
Of destruction,
It’s really best to ignore.
They’re sending in firefighters,
No volunteers.
We all fall down:
A heap of laughter,
Shouts of “Again!”
Ignorance is bliss, until –
We’re going back for more
Pain.
Childlike faith burns