Touching Faith (poem)

I do not need to touch
The hem of your robe
To know how much like Christ you are,
Emperor Nero.

I do not need to hear you
Close to my ear
Your breath on my cheek
To feel the shudder of your size
The churn of fear
At your immobile faith.

If we did touch
If you stepped so close
That I froze, and didn’t run
I am sure your cold coal heart
Would chill me
No matter how much heat
Was trapped beneath our smoky sky.

But,
If you took my hand
A spark would ignite us
And I would burn you to the ground.

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