Fallen Out
But of course it didn’t
It’s just the decay of time;
Things will get broken
People came back, hundreds even
Picked up their tinderboxes and
Filled their pantries and lived
There in the shadow of the mountain
And felt no sweeping graces, touched
Every brick in their homes and knew
No simpler word for god than power
In their wax shoes the wrong size
Poking holes in the mud and
Watching them fill with water
Or bugs or radiation. Sometimes
Calculations won’t tell you everything
Sometimes there are uneque circumstances
We witness with wide open shoulders
Catch the moment in out chest
And beat it to death with our single-hearts
And we tried it again and again and it
Was never the same as the first time…
We were safe, then
No simpler word for god than power
—ECW