Evan was in love with Dinosaurs.
Then God made the world in 6 days, he was told
in Sunday school, in the basement with the burnt orange carpet, and
goldfish crackers and brown folding chairs.
They wheeled out the TV cart and tried to get it working.
Tim got up and screwed the coax cable in
and they fed it a VHS on the fossil record,
and how the Grand Canyon proves
trilobites lived during Noah’s life.
He wrote an essay in english about how
most scientist probably got it all wrong, like the VHS said.
And his teachers gave him an A, because
he was pretty good at writing
and it was the 90’s, so they were worried about kid’s self esteem and stuff.
Dinosaurs were a problem for him after that.
That might have been the end of it all.
And his light would have slowly flickered out
And the smoke would have risen up
into the nostrils of the spirit of Plato.
He would have become a well adjusted member of the liberal intelligensia,
running diversity training seminars for all-white workplaces in the northwest.
Maybe he would have owned a 30 year-old Volvo with a “peace is healthy for children and other living things” sticker.
Or maybe he would have steeled his heart,
closed his eyes and grabbed faith like a gun.
And burrowed into the cozy bosom of certainty,
and went to Liberty University.
And tried his hand at being a youth pastor,
and unable to handle the stress,
transitioned to video production for
a conservative non-profit that
makes creationist science curriculum for
homeschoolers, but has some strange
connection to Rick Santorum.
But by the grace of God, Evan did neither.