Church is over
And children play in darkened halls
A game of chase was the culprit
I round the corner into the sanctuary
Not a soul can catch me
I burn down the isle at full speed
and chance a look over my shoulder
Bad move ...
Whether by accident or divine intervention
I leave the floor
A boy's horizontal body ... three feet high
Like Superman speeding to the altar for salvation
Flying low ... so nobody will see him repent
Lucky for me, an old oak pew was there to catch
... my face
It seems the scar across my left eyebrow (see second KO)
And without a single prayer
A fellow scar is what it got
Blackness ... Oh, holy night
Again ... I wake to the sound of screams
And frantic calls for moms and dads
My eyes open and I can see that we have red carpet now
The olive green was dreadful anyway
... thank me later
I think, "Not again."
I hear, "BLOOD ... BLOOD! ... ALL IN THE FACE!"
a questioning word ... "Alive?"
and little girls crying
Of course ... you can't keep Superman down
I remember asking in my confusion,
"Am I going to heaven?"
a familiar voice ...
"Naw, son. You're going to get stitches."
*Fourth KO ... hopefully not coming soon