TO CARL, WHO GENUFLECTS
Not for nothing, but this world is too fast
for me. I can't keep up - not that I even
want to. A voracious appetite for bloodstone
nothingness outdoes any parlor game of kids
and adults. Walking around with a gaudy
Bible can't change that. The prefecture of
an African mission either. There's too much
misunderstanding, everywhere I go.
Take me to a foreign land, where the winds
have spirit-Gods still roaming the land, and
ancestors and figments, and shamans and
ghosts. I can probably live better by that.