We All Know
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Maybe the scales that fell from Saul’s eyes
coalesced into a fish and leapt into the sea.
Maybe they were snakes that fell forming one snake
that sidewinded its way back to Mira’s tent.
I’m guessing they were ashes that rose into the sky
to become a murder of crows on the gates to Damascus.
But once he became Paul—we all know he rode his horse
triumphantly, madly into the future, trampling
generations of women into the dust.