Knowing Poison Might Not Listen

How is it belief is always
And never enough? It doesn’t
Have to be a religious faith—

Simple stubbornness—I believe
Thus and such—we believe this truth—
Is sufficient to stand one’s ground.

And yet no belief is immune
To generating its own doubts—
There may be individuals

Who never doubt what they believe,
But no belief as such remains
Untouched by doubt’s oxidations.

Some nights, every voice in the world,
Despite ruthless disagreements,
Feels joined in participation

As one passionate audience
Packed into a dark theatre,
Enthusiastically shouting,

Desperately shouting together,
Their public faith in their beliefs
To revive some faint fairy light.