On the first floor of 317 Matthew Street,
the hero of the day comes to believe
the voices that he’s hearing are not in his head.
The instructions are in words he knows he’s seen before.
But the way they’re spoken now, is like they’re straight from revelation.
He tries to calm himself by not thinking of temptation,
but the dirty number 8, splits the seal and takes his reasons for salvation.
For thirty minutes he is desperate, searching for his gun.
When looking out the window, remembering the genesis
of this twenty second day of march.
How upon his early rising and taking stock of his surroundings,
he started hearing trumpets, while he was dressing for his job.
© henry toromoreno