I dropped two eggs 

on my way back from the store 

a good name for a town 

a good place to call home 

 

the entire town, an eggshell 

unbroken on the ground 

the yolk sucked out 

houses with windows cracked 

 

a gap-toothed smile 

front tooth missing 

bottom molar capped 

framed like a photograph 

 

when planes passed overhead 

we threw stones high into the air 

we were told nowhere else 

could be happy like we were 

 

we were told everywhere else 

had become a rotten egg 

abandoned in the bushes 

when Easter ended without church 

 

come to the sunrise service 

we will give you something to do 

we will give you something to love 

we will teach you how to throw stones