Father Explains Prayer

I don’t know if there’s a god,
Poppa didn’t think so, Momma did–

but when a scaffold buckled
on a job in ‘86, I doubled

over in a heap that broke my back,
my arms, damn near my neck.

Close to death, back ruptured by the fall,
I prayed and I survived it all.

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