It’s not what you know it’s what
you’ve learned through brick and
bone and the all alone when
the sky falls down and the heart
dies from the ungodly cacophony,
the way the world is only here
until something chases everything away.
Mostly we won’t let our limits
tell us our truths, the facts
helpless before the faith we go
all in on. It still falls as hard,
the equal of any storybook hell
smacked right on top of us,
the mountain without the invitation.
History arrives at the insistence of
a telling, this witness
lost weeping on the road.
Everywhere thieves and murderers
work their angles unopposed,
so we turn the world offering
an empty hand to controvert
the forces that would destroy.
So go the gods and monsters and
devastations of that ilk, defeated
with one long breath and
a simple step to the side.
