M.I.A.

I know that prayer works, that energy heals

but where did ours go for Jesse?

Did it stop at the hospital's automatic doors,

too confused to get in?

Was it denied entrance at the ICU?

Couldn't it push that big square button?

Or was it all those machines and tubes

which jumbled its intended action?

And if it didn't miss its mark,

if all those thousand voices,

that huge swirl of multi-continent love 

found its way to sweet Jesse,

what did he do with it?

Who decides?

I didn't.

kelly salasin, marlboro