Sensationalists

 
The only way to be utterly fearless
is to have not one grain of faith
but without faith, what are we?
Human by appearance alone?

Years ago, in a small town
two Jehovah's witnesses knocked on my door.
Both younger than me, tight skirts
above the knee; shaped hair
and pearly American smiles.

Before they even began inviting me
to their love; their church,
I told them:

I don't roll in the roses(pointing behind them)
in fact, I get hayfever all year round,
but I do use the best shampoos
for my 2mm long hair because I've heard,
commercially, that it gives more life.

They gave me a strange, goodbye smile
with their pious lips.
Maybe it was my treeless furniture that chased them off.
Who wants to bend bones into wood
when silence could last longer than orbits?