the fallen arches
on which we’ve been walking
RISEN!
our fallen rates
of interest in living
RISEN!
the fallen bridges
we haven’t been crossing
RISEN!
the fallen stars
that gave up on shining
RISEN!
the fallen prey
of all our thanksgiving
RISEN!
RISEN!
the line graph plotting profits
shoots up
off the charts
out the board room
through the roof
of the high-rise towers
tickling heaven
whence angels fall
laughing their holy heads off
at the perfect punchline
so long awaited…
so impeccably timed.