All I know is that when a tree in a forest falls
On top of me,
I will probably hear it.
I know that in cartoons,
angels use clouds as pillows.
I know they’re wet, full of rain,
and no, I don’t know why angels
would find that comfortable.
Maybe it’s because they don’t own real bodies.
No, I don’t really know where prayers go.
I guess God operates some sort of fax machine
or maybe he listens really hard.
He must have very large ears.
My guess is that when angels aren’t snoozing
on their fluffy, cold pillows
they’re riding horses on them
like a divine Pony Express.
All I know about Roanoake
is that all the people disappeared.
Sometimes, that’s all you ever get to know
about people. Even those close to you.
That they disappear.