And God held in his handA small globe.  Look he said.The son looked.  Far off,As through water, he sawA scorched land of fierceColour.  The light burnedThere; crusted buildingsCast their shadows: a brightSerpent, A riverUncoiled itself, radiantWith slime.               On a bareHill a bare tree saddenedThe sky.  many PeopleHeld out their … Continue reading The Sunrise Shall Visit Us: Let Me Go There