Debris Day
When she was made to move
Thus grew Impatience
Non-practicality
Preparation for nothing her own
Her own came one day.
It was debris.
Splayed on tile floors
For it missed the trash can...
5th Avenue chocolate melted
In Caspian corners
These little heathens had spent all season sacrificing for
Chocolate would give them sweet energy to fly.
They had dreams to be
Everything they never knew, wanted, nor aspired to be.
Fantasies looked like second chances to
Script a society every child dreamed of.
Not to be themselves.
Needing wings bigger than the universe
Wrapped around their being
Until childhood could be given somewhere to sleep.
Hammers break old furniture because
Wood is made to be broken, burned.
Little sisters are “dummies” to play tricks on
And they will obey, not because they
Don’t have a brain.
But because out of everyone in the world
It was only big brothers that held hands
In school hallways the way daddy should have
When we were made to move.
Thus grew impatience.
So we wait and see what God will do
He’s not impatient at all.
