All The Wars

you're alive 
thanks to a strange chain of events 
that started with the death of ever saying 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 smack 
of gates into theirs clasps.  

all the dates that they throw at you 
were somebody else's stab 
at your 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 the walls.  
shot through a canon, you've landed in a flowerbed.  
guarded by invisible friends.  
guarded and invisible.