The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 4 | Page 20

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When God Calls Us Back to the Sea

This is the last stop. Whatever we left

now comes before us, whatever ahead

some place we’ve already been. When God calls us

we stand side to side, hands almost touching.

You must accept it. Have some dignity.

Let the waves come crashing down over us

as we march into the sea. This is where

the world ends. Don’t cry, this is not

a mournful tune. This is where you will swim

for eternity. Let the rubber factories fall.

Let the coal crumble into the roaring

waters. No more need for uranium.

Forget the moon. Forget the people who

came before you and the ones who will

never come. And as we march forward, swallowed,

our lips will hold God’s uttering. No shouting

but a steady cry, a decree of love

directed to our devils. You will not

have us. And finally we will be

humanity—human more than we’ve ever been.