Shatters

By: Anonymous

there’s a pastor

pilgrimed

since an altar boy

dead-set in his piety

until forever after death

he watches

two planes

meet two towers

his faith grounded

like lightning to a dove

there’s a farmhand

just like his father

and his before

pick any rural nothing

town and it’s all he’s ever known

a legacy so steadfast

toppled

like a seed-stuffed silo

by his clumsiest

first note on a saxophone

there’s a kid

although he prefers teen

a parental perfect ten

piano lesson pressurized

schedule since age seven

his post-post-secondary roadmap

detonated

he puts his first nose

to his first bill

to his first phone case