Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Second Coming
December. Armoured cars can’t enter the valley now, and patrols are few. The guerillas hide the child in a manger, not expecting trouble.
Half a kilometer away, a concealed radio beacon beams its message to the stars. Satellites whirl, the location is pinpointed. Somewhere in the night, three jets turn screaming, missiles ready to fire.
3 comments:
nice post!!
aha! heat seeking missiles, slouching towards bethlehem to be born. nice.
there really is no hope for us, is there? :)
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