A Poem: Faith Dissolves

It’s hard to sorrow
even the little g gods
hauled on a flatbed trailer

to Kansas where the missile
silos hold faith in abeyance.
Better to travel

that far to the center
of things and not
arrive, the way

it cannot snow
on the sea, and it’s easy to see
how the cold swallows

the warmer
cold, the way your skin fell
upon me

and disappeared.