Should A God Fall Out Of The American Sky

Should a god fall out of the American sky
    like a faded leaf, I’ll run to you.

Should the parchments burn, the columns buckle
    and the monuments collapse, I’ll run to you.

And should the last captain abandon ship 
    in a sea of panic, I’ll run to you

    and (laughing) kiss you

like a kid running through an autumn forest,
    crushing the faded leaves.