137) My People

We bury the sofa for no good reason
Who poisoned Jim's meds
Who pistol-whipped Stick's buddy's sister
Who lashed those cumulonimbus
clouds to the highway, Lord?
We pray for our enemies
We pray for the elms and the poplars
We are some damn switch hitters
The sky, the sky, we always say
You can hear the knife slide through the sun.

---Ashley Capps