and even though i’m not in the business
of making heroes of mere mortals,
it seems to me that playing the way
that we’d want play— our David, with
slingshotted humanity, in the arena of
gods— is the stuff statues are built on.
but bodies break for the sake of
legend.
and when we cried, in that first true
afternoon of summer, it was not
because things didn’t have to change,
but, rather, because sometimes they do.
Uncultured Review 