for the boy baptized in muddy water
you are the afterbirth of hurricanes
born into disaster and debris,
hot-blooded and resilient
because you don't know how to survive
unless you're in the midst of a fight for it.
boy, you never turn the other cheek, because you met god's eyes and he smiled amiably for a moment
before turning away, you've faced the world as it doled out strife and war
when there is so much else it could have offered you.
and yet you're still here, kid, the veins in your lungs
are as hot and tight as they have ever been, your screams as full,
righteous rancor as potent, your sinewy soul is battered, boy,
but you are just as alive for it.