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Two Towers of Babel Topple.
The battles for Babylon wage
and, standing by,
Sacrificial Lamb.
'Sigh' for that big bang,
charged by a storm of trouble.
There is a martyr atop some hill, who
once was a baby floating downstream.
Blah, blah, blah, then,
"Let's to the chess match!"
He later leads
a million people to the Guggenheim.
Hands get washed
in mounds of fossils;
the mantel is swept by Texas candles.
The corpse, refurbished
with an empty milk jug.
Attempts are made to reap the spoils of a
hurricane.
They succeed.
Refugees sit in traffic
on the way to evacuation routes,
three days after the storm.
Chariots throwing bows and arrows,
drunk soldiers throwing elbows.
Angry fans throw tomatoes
and poor sports play cheap. Meanwhile,
ice cream is savored on the curb
outside the prison,
where Springtime's sparrows
galavant.
The day's parades are watched
at 9 o'clock. Ticker-tape fails -
cars dented
"Keep an eye
on the mountains and valleys."
"Get out of the red
and stay in the black."
"We have already been on the bad side.
We don't want to go back."
Heads shaved before church - beards in choir
Behind screen doors, Secrets shared with Secrets
Money offered to 'thimble'
Pitas split, passed
Rugs lay down facing God - Prayers flung
Prophets fast together
Editorials
Lay down your rug,
face God.
Now kneel.
All the ancient profits
hold hands in the shadows.
Thrown dirt
can get in your eyes,
and we all know about specks and splinters.
Smile like a Mormon. Dance like a Hindu.
Play like a Buddhist.
Love.
