of god and guns

a religion of war;

where guns are god
and bibles are filled,
cover to cover,
with the names of its martyrs.

daddy prays to this god,
his fingers clenched around an
amber deity.

grandpa did too,
until his god called him
home.

my brother's a convert;

a child of peace,
dirtied by the spoils of war.

momma's a believer of something bigger,
better,
easier to live with.

but daddy's god called to her,
too.

she was strong,
stubborn,
christian.

now she's gone.

i'm not.

i pray with my family,
and spend my nights dreaming
of god and guns.