After Easter

Hawkish angels with golden bows chase away shawnee and wolves. A sinewy faith built the rough and ready. We were pleased to claim this land for Jesus. Despite the tornadoes, we continued to raise Midwest cities from a leather flogged bible. We were conceived in closets where ancestral bones watched. Buried in leased plots; stones marked our lack of, or notable faith in affluence. Just past Easter, cracks appeared in a pink painted sky. An ethereal plaster crumbled. angelic limbs hung, caught in a cracked tableau. Plastic arrows littered marbled floors. A mall dream, but the dream had legs unseen, they kept running on the spot. Log cabins transported themselves to Theme Parks. The Tuesday after Easter hope clogged casinos, took root. God began to fill storage units with all His kids persnickety dreams.