Towers Of Babel

We speak so many different languages
and even when we speak English
we can not communicate.

The fire and steel and smoke
make sign-language useless.
To run away is the same as to run towards it.

When man gets his hands on God
he soon turns God into slime,
paradise becomes desert.

Perhaps only one of the Ten Commandants
has any meaning at all right now---
THOU SHALT NOT KILL.

We must begin to speak a common language,
we must build huge,
human towers of understanding

let them come tumbling down on our
insolent heads,let them enlighten us---
the two stone tablets cast down as twin towers.

Written on Wednesday, September 12, 2001