The Love Of The Unknown Poem by RIC BASTASA

mankind has invented the love of the unknown.
unknown has no face. Or if it has, it is masked.
only the eyes can be viewed, and the one viewing it has no
emotions.
it is honored. Loving the unknown is fame.
The mask is glorified.
One does not reveal
what love is, no one has it anyway.
the whole face is wrapped
the other stands without a heart
by the door.
the only sun there is the bulb
and shadows make their show.
Pity looks at you with pity.
This the hour for giving and
forgiving.
You take a body, like you take God.
It is given with another cup of blood,
and then the ceremony begins.

at the end both are satisfied.
names are not called. The bulb is turned off.
The time for departure has come.

The rule is still: secrecy,
this is the meeting place of the mundane
and the divine,
the giver and the recipient,
respect and honor is there
leaving a door and then locking it forever.