Poem: Grandma and Kim Jong Un

Granny was a Christian.

She believed in a place

Just beyond our grasp

Where Angels invent hymns

And spit-shine a lavish

Diadem.

A place where

Free-will dissipates

From the mind

Like hypnosis.

Eternal. Sunless and

Omniscient. Hitchens called this,

“a celestial North Korea”

Equipped with joy and

Warmth…

All the accoutrements

Of a drug induced

Lullaby, fermented and

Laced into an intoxicant

Known as

Certainty.

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3 Comments Add yours

    1. Thanks again Bill. I appreciate you.

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