Vaccine

Vaccine

Single-file into the cathedral,
Only these have ceased to believe in me.
Still, they’re here, lighting candles in the naves,
Praying as if in a crush of pilgrims. 
No one could mistake them for worshippers,
For members of the church of my body.
My faithful hurry to hush them before
They can breathe the first blasphemies, then
Rush them towards doors they should never have been
Allowed in. But I feel something for
These hollow ones who, having lost their souls
Elsewhere, believe that they may find them here.