Baha'u'llah at Walmart

They say His day is come; a man deified.

(I know God's derelect words to humanity. There is no need for new interlocutors--

holy, of course, and possessed of such vanity

as may befit the Queen of Sheba.)

In the revolving-door madnessof our age,

the reiteration and imposureof dogmas,

Abraham poises his chin aloft, (his cheek fair, his hair soft)

proud of the inaugural lunancy effectedby two-thousand years of

conspired revelation.The succession of madmen...

Words arid like musty dinersperfume the carcasses of

greater mendacities.

"Mankind aches like an open sore for God, In spite of the recrudescent fraud."

Mankind aches for God like an open sore.And, to this end, it engages in war."

tears like rusty cans A bellow from the steak-house