Dusting Off Faith
The pastor whispers ashes to ashes- dust to dust
like a pilot says, there'll be a little turbulence in the bus
but in the throng there's ripples of panic and madness
people spitting up grit with every quivering breath.
Now its a game to see who can hold it together
while beating back the momentum of death...
as the plane rocks back and forth
as the pastor stumbles over the word,
everyone's dusting off a soothing prayer
while looking down into the throat of the earth.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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