The thin cloth and the naked body under it,
Such details were important to the ceremony.
And so were the eyes that laid to rest,
On my legs after the water took up the white.

My fright was ignored,
For his practice was more real.
As the drowning took place,
His eyes took in my struggle with gratification.

The promise of his life stood next to him,
Her eyes empty of everything.
Her millions of children were all that mattered.
The water was cold and the pure cloth clung tightly.

The baptism was over.
And so stood it.
FAITH.
A DAMNATION TO FAITH.