(Manifest Destiny) Easter, 1988

I threw myself from churchyard steps
about eight hundred forty seven days
into my life; though I tried, I could
not hear my mother cry above the sound
of cracking bones colliding with the concrete.

I never meant to martyr, I just thought it was
my time, or I just thought that I could manifest
a set of feathered wings (its not a halo, its a sign)
but it turns out man was never meant to fly.

Now I'm starting a support group that I'm calling Killing
Darwin, because I think it's time that we evolved ourselves

Oct. '07