The Cardinal arrived
at the base arrayed in a fine peacock headdress. His robes shimmered as if they
were a golden heat mirage one might see in the desert. His black leather pumps
outshined any General’s polished hooves. He leaned on a staff of gleaming emeralds.
At the crown of his staff was a four headed python. Inscribed in Latin on this
pole were the words, “The Eyes of Man.” A young boy in white robes carried a
cross and walked in front of the cardinal. The Cardinal stopped and kneeled
next to the granite typewriter-shaped monument dedicated to “POETS WHO SPEAK AS
INSTRUCTED.” He touched the ground with his forehead and the boy marked the
spot with his cross. The priest led the commanders and their men in prayer.
“Oh God, strike dead
our eyeless enemy. Rent them from your earth. Confuse their sexuality. Make
their men lust after their own sons and their Mothers eat her daughters. Pour
bitter sugar down their throats and make their gears grind to a halt. Scud
their missiles and make them blow up in their homes. They are dogs! Yes, yes,
yes, strike dead our eyeless carrion eaters. May their head Mullah pop his
cork. This is our prayer. Your humble servant, your peace loving vicar of the Godful
people of this land. Amen.”
After this prayer was uttered and the Cardinal sprinkled the crowd with
holy tomato juice, the events that followed made the biblical Day of Pentecost
seem like a meeting of stamp collectors.Charles Harvey on the Web
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