Jesse S. Mitchell

Sheridan Road

I stand almost upright

And nearly lost

Halfway a prisoner

Roughly between Emerson and Sheridan Road

Frozen in the explosion,

The sound drops out,

Things fly around my eyes

I stand in the middle of the passing-out-calm,

The quiet echoing melting-down-tunnel vision

I stand still and Looking up,

Naked souled and with a reckless restless spirit

And not yet blind…blind…blind.

I stand right here, silent and never moving

I will stand right here between Earth and Heaven

Between hearth and battlefield

Bloody bloody hero but well fed.

I will stand here, grass growing around my feet

And moon light pooled around my head

A halo, a burn…

I will stay right here

Let the Zunis keep their war gods

Let Aztecs keep their water gods

Let the Christians keep their words of peace

I will stand here

Helpless

Godless

Nude souled

Reckless

Right here between Heaven and Earth

Never moving.

I will begin to breathe

Breathe it all in as

It collides behind me

As it blows to dust in star powered explosions

I will begin to breathe standing here

As it, all turns to air.

Never moving.