Stain Resistant

Maybe worship something you can’t
Pollute, deity who no one
Could ever insult or defile.

All these thin-skinned, smutchable gods
And scriptures and saints and prophets
Might as well be operating

Theaters, given how little
It takes to breach their perfection
And turn them hopelessly deadly

Vectors of nasty infections.
The night that you can hurl yourself
And your uncleanliness into

That will remain impervious,
Unperturbed and unaffected
Nothingness, maybe worship that.