Sanitisation
Hand sanitiser has been such a soldier
lately, patrolling the lines of our hands,
the love-line so we can continue to love
but especially the life-line, you know.
Soap has been a pretty solid citizen too.
Masks have come sneaking out
of hidden corners in shops,
from the shelves way up the back,
or created by god-like saintly sewers
from bandanas or toweling
to be paraded in the shops to show
the high morality of regard for public health.
There has been a distinction in distance,
one point five becoming a number
of religious significance up there
with the number three that’s mythic for Christians.
Seems we’ve created a new religion
called Sanitisation
with a high priest of soap,
the sacred head-ware of a mask,
its own magical number,
and an evil god, so small as to be invisible,
as spiky as a pin-cushion,
that stands in a gap between
life and not-life.
