You’re alive thanks to a strange chain of events that started with the death of Elvis and 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 the smack of gates into their clasps All the dates they throw at you we’re somebody else’s stab at you 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 walls Shot through a canon, you’ve landed in a flowerbed Guarded by invisible friends Guarded and invisible