We just pray to eleven:eleven
even though time has proven it to be futile
whenever it strikes the clock
we pay homage
bow our heads-close our eye
and mumble wandering wishes.
You can’t break bread with hands that are habitually
clenched to something on the rocks.
And you certainly can’t sing all of those Catholic hymns
when the lungs are heavy with years of
ashes and embers.
amen.
buzzin' 