There Is No God And We Are

Just Take Me With You. Please. I Cant. Please, Papa. I Cant. I Cant Hold My Son Dead In My Arms. I Thought I Could But I Cant.

He Rose And Turned Toward The Lights Of Town. The Tidepools Bright As Smelterpots Among The Dark Rocks Where The Phosphorescent Seacrabs Clambered Back. Passing Through The Salt Grass He Looked Back. The Horse Had Not Moved. A Ship's Light Winked In The Swells. The Colt Stood Against The Horse With Its Head Down And The Horse Was Watching, Out There Past Men's Knowing, Where The Stars Are Drowning And Whales Ferry Their Vast Souls Through The Black And Seamless Sea.

This Is My Child, He Said. I Wash A Dead Man's Brains Out Of His Hair. That Is My Job.

... A Man Leaves Much When He Leaves His Own Country.

Your Heart's Desire Is To Be Told Some Mystery. The Mystery Is That There Is No Mystery.