All The Wars

You’re alive thanks to a strange chain of events

that started with the death of Elvis and yes,

all the wars and their warriors wanted a piece

of you in your living room.

I’m alive after a time of riots and rides

that ended with the smack of gates into their clasps

All the dates they throw at you we’re somebody

else’s stab at you lineage

We’re alive thanks to a light shone in the night

that found an airship in its sights

In the crossfire your grandfather cried to your mother

All the bombs that avoided you had somebody else’s name

drawn on the chalkboard in haste

It was a clerical mistake

When you first saw it you were in a stroller,

flailing your arms at the dogs and the bees

They could have bit you but you looked so happy

They could have snapped but they showed you mercy

And come to think of it, I never once heard “No.”

From the day you were called you’ve been walking through walls

Shot through a canon, you’ve landed in a flowerbed

Guarded by invisible friends

Guarded and invisible