The Organist

She comes and goes
as expected
no more--
no less.
She must not
remove the mask
for people do not,
really,
want to see the terror
boiling so close
to her surface
and theirs.
She would challenge
the regularity of their lives
by the squirming discomfort
and loneliness
of her own.
"How are you" reverberates
pleasantly a pleasantry,
not requiring an answer
at least,
not a sincere one.
What would this congregation
do with a body
whose wounds they truly saw?