The Statue

My very favorite poem is an inarguably terrible one. I do not know its name and do not care to find out if it has a name.

The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.

If we get scared, they have us in their pockets.

If we don't, all they have is blood.

And blood is not a weapon.