Wind’s black coffin flies open

in a field. A Pastor preaches

God’s warmth. Communicants

expect little light. Survival,

not a given.

God, spider.

Pastor trembles in a web—

devoured, devouring,

tries to patch up someone

worried about nuclear death,

a man who will commit suicide,

leave his wife with three kids,

one on the way.

The light fails.

The longing endures.