What was that thing You said?

A praying mantis spring trap snapped in the face of a curious lab

It was as the fall was coming on and about to get bad

There was a time when a honeybee sting could make me mad

While I could feign outrage at violence on distant lands

That plump 12-year-old son answered the door with a club

What was that thing You said about the rivers flowing with blood?

The Lord enthroned as King forever, and sits over the flood

Hank told me it was 1916 the last time You had enough. 

You rolled out Your hand and made those mountains burn. 

Everybody rose out of their hollers like resurrection ferns

They fired up still tractors and the pre-war engines turned

The old heads dusted off forgotten lessons they’d learned

Even the skeptics see the cruel Day of the Lord has come

I know You know me, and I’m surprised You left me some

I’d count all the coupled critters and follow as they run

Without a boarding pass as the clouds subsume the sun

Lord, I know You know that I don’t believe I’ll wear a crown 

Living in these hills of late keeps me tethered to the ground

I’d wager that more pain awaits, and chase that trumpet sound

I’d still swim out to get baptized even if I end up drowned

09/27/2024