I'd rather be laid in the navel
responding to two ideas of Chrys's
when I go to a church
I'm not really going
I'm visiting the Museum of Belief
how wonderful it's well preserved
so sacred to the memory
how quaint the hates and loves preserved
and each disguised its special way
every prayer was ever prayed there
still rattles the rafters like bats
with a mosque, with any temple it's like this
every god wants to be the one
Mercury, the messenger, is lonely with errands
such a sea to cross
one day they'll visit parliaments like this
and the tour guide will tell the children
in those days, though they were always
fighting,
this was the best way they could agree
with shops
with banks
with schools
the same
but then I imagine museums will go too
we'll just be in the open air
with what
hands
eyes
and hearts
can hold
to be honest
I'd rather be laid in the navel
or do it on the turtle's back
with dragonflies to catch the light
and keep me in the here-and-now
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