come around the corner
and walk up to the scene of
multiple crimes. Mostly
they’re OK. A little
too sure of themselves
and somehow they
don’t care, but
when it comes to a choice
between their certainty and
that of the worst of the
believers, I’ll take them
any day. And most of the believers
are OK as well, of course.
That said, anyone standing here
is pointing such a loud finger at
the others that the dead
are probably glad to be rid
of all of them. They know
who is responsible for the way
they’re sprawling crooked
and fly-blown on their own ground:
it was those fingers that did it.
The pointing at others, the creation of
others. Whether or not God
was involved is irrelevant
to a dead child. To the flies
and their maggots. To the scent
of death on the wind. All you need
to get here is a finger and someone
to point it
at someone else.
September 17th, 2021 at 12:09 pm
I shall remain drug-free. No opium for me. I come from a long line of extreme right-wing zealots (both sides) and was born an atheist. For some reason, I never fit it. Yet it gave me a lot to write about and I wouldn’t change a thing.