The Need For One World
The fat priest balancing on his small feet signs in for a high weekend of church festivities. His colorless face bends bland above the register. He will be lifting candelabra and prayers rising from his knees occasionally and sighing as he tries to comprehend the world’s huge need for evil. It is up to God who has forgiven religious wars to pardon, now, the political, remembering a medieval world when all of us were one. His head is like a ball surrounded by orbs and haloes, the still center of the world encircled by the spheres. His blood is the still water of the world. By the will of God and the power of the king we have no choice but to live on the water planet and die when our time comes. We are things of water strangely living.
Oh Well, You Know This Is True
We are bored with all nationalism. The flags with their stripes and moons are the craziest things there are. We are tired of the colors. Secretly we desire a colorless world. What we all want is canoes exploring the farthest waters. We want the snow that crosses borders. We want the rain that washes away national boundaries and passports. We want the chants of all religions joining like the rivers. We want the only sane thing, a planet like a ball of water where anyone can float anywhere.
