the word
the wind before it swirls
the earth before it shakes
the sea before it rises
the fire before it consumes
the word of the creator
unleashed it is a disaster
creation itself rips open
people weep at the tragedy
the rubble
and the bodies
and no warning
and why hangs in the air like fog
why?
didn't you know we would
tame
sort
index
typeset
and place on the shelf
next to the cookbooks
unified field
encircling strong and weak
gentle gradient from light to gravity
blown into bits
by the textual particle accelerators
of quantum theologians
and used to generate power
for our modern lifestyle
until the day
the day
the day that the containment vessel
fails to contain
how could servants of love
do this?
we ask
for forgiveness
for guidance
that we might learn to live
without needing that much power
ever again
