Surrounded by hundreds of thousands Strangers I become microscopic Sitting

On this day                                                        I need to Grip the sun With

The news Filtered down From Minneapolis   Across the lakes

What should I tell you?                             About molten steel Industrial lava

Mid-western wheat hissed Through stainless steel funnels Flowing from concrete

I learned to throw the curveball from my father. Not

Dust blind and Oxygen starved faces Bandana wrapped Flannel wrapped

Standing outside of the Church Windy and cold, you approach

Ray McMahon got cut in half By inch thick braided

Sears Roebuck suit tight across your back Blinking teary eyed