Sonnet #92

We have such faith in microwaves that

nothing bad slips through the screen

That we must trust to bind the things that

we cannot smell or taste or see, lean

the hand over the handle, tap the toe

We trust the ones that made the machine

Not to fail and sip out whiffs and glow

of microwavity to pollute the kitchen

We don't even know their names, the makers

The ones who walk the lines and test

The ones who write the standards

The ones who doublecheck. Faith in the best

of man, faith in honesty and happy works

Faith the popcorn package swells to burst