“The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.” –Bob Dylan  

At a corner of the world, at a wall
still waiting for Godot as mullahs
and priests go by in robes, pride,
clouds of incense, being mystical
I think, charred witches
and the dark magic of revelation

Down the ages they come and go
hot and promising as new stars
only to collapse and freeze,
unyielding.  As grasping
as black holes

One late on the block,
intent upon eclipsing Christ
who subsumed Yahweh
who buried a pantheon of Ba’als
who defeated the sea god Yam
who rose fresh and dripping
from fathoms of the unfathomed,
is on the crash course
of those before which
by fatwa by inquisition
by crusade by imposition
with divine insistence
marked broken lines
of the highway to heaven
in blood

It’s good for the world
that this one at least is not triune,
has put all its eggs in one basket,
since just one God over-reaching
is all it takes to keep
a million mothers weeping 

It takes just one
in a new moon of magic
to eclipse the light of the earth
with a teaching

by Jim Culleny;
Jan 13, 2009

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