True Faith

in a black dress out of Manet

blank page after blank page,

at least they could name him this

He was driven, bipolar, mood disordered:

Until the Romanian chipped away at the Pietà.

The watchmaker closed up shop to peel wallpaper off the Vatican.

And a box store expects us to be grateful
For the toaster that costs fifty cents less

After weeks without sleep,
After some poor slave from Beijing steals their job

True Faith

True faith belongs to the truly unstable,
To those enormous sunflowers that keep crows away
With their bowed heads almost touching the garden floor.