a freewrite, before the airplane

eventually we shatter
glass fractures bones snap
snapshots crumble to dust
and scatter on breezes
razor as rapture, eventually
we’re captured – batter
our knees on the last words
of captors, straining against nets
meant to strangle our pastors
and after we fall silent
and stillness sweeps the rafters
is there a reason to afford ourselves laughter
we breathe under sheets
pulled to cover cadavers
cavities of calamity calming the caspers
that crisp on ovens crusted with jasper
why hope for an answer
when hope is a cancer