Nan here, reporting from the Laurels.
No one’s reading this. Oh well,
I’ll keep this secret, then.
It all started when my planet began
shedding its alternative universes,
and I emerged with intent
to return to an enlightened
religion, in lieu of
anything more promising.
Rapidly proving ourselves unable
to steer without ending
in hog slop, I’m headed for the
Riverside, where I can wash my
sins away and study war
Animal kind has comforted itself
forever, perhaps, with fireside images
to bear the basically
uncontrollable roiling desert.
We learn in the crib that life isn’t just,
and poke fun at those who think it is.
Since I have a choice I’ll take the
New Testament, not the Old one.