| Bastille Day Morning fog like a thin layer of gauze lies on the hay field that is lush and ripe for a second mowing, and the sun is peaking over the tree line as I walk home, musing on Bastille Day. Old Donald of Orange and the French Wiz Kid visited Napoleon’s tomb yesterday, both of them bending a knee to the dream of empire, while the bones of millions bleach in the summer sun among the poppies in France, the tundra in Russia and the sands of the Middle East. Like Carl Jung, I had a dream of a “Great Turd” falling from heaven. In my dream, it demolishes Versailles, the Kremlin, Wall Street, The White House and all the other fetid temples of empire. The Queen Anne’s Lace along the roadside comes back year after year, but the dog shit on the asphalt will be washed away by the next rain. So let us pray, that one day the insane pathology of power and the adolescent fantasy of empire may be washed away by a flood of “Liberty, Equality & Humanity!” July 14, 2017 – July 14, 2025 |
Working For World Peace
