What if it all explodes,
the universe inside
pushed through
its fragile shell

overwhelming
all that exists
above the big hole.

What if bricks fly
like leaves in a hurricane,

cellos burn like straw,
fingers napalm
lips paper.

Will you hail the second coming?

Let Them Eat Cake…

December 16, 2009

I thought the waste and insensitivity were about to end.

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