statue

i’ve been thinking—

you know those statues

outside football stadiums,

the ones of our fragile gods.

a silent distillation of their

improbable, unfailing hope.

the ones who would find

the divine in our honest

rituals; now casting the

shape of a sacrament

in the skies of the places

that they’d ply their trade.

well I was thinking—

i should commission

one of you, everywhere

that we’d go together

and on my heart’s

broadest side,

where everyone agrees

you did your finest work.