John Wayne is eying my soul. He's the American God sent to save us, And Papa worships him to save himself From remembering we're the enemy. It's a tiring chase, And those movies always use the same old deserts In a gaunt world set on repeat. It isn't poetry to say it's a broken record, But poetry cracked my bones to make a broth long ago. It steeped too long and my mind is rusty Like a too long forgotten horseshoe. I don't know where I came from; Papa prayed hard enough to forget. Our creation story is the movies now: In the beginning was the word, and the word was John. A script resting on the shoulders of a beautiful new story Where Papa worships him to forget himself From remembering we're the enemy.