The Sky Writer grabbed a can of spray paint and scrawled the words
Love thy neighbor
on the vault of the heavens where everybody,
then and now,
across time and space,
could read the message.
And, by golly, the words took effect.
Cain and Abel buried the hatchet.
Montagues and Capulets shook hands.
Aaron Burr overslept.
Hatfields and McCoys kissed and made up.
Coyote and Road Runner hugged.
Sean Spicer embraced The Press.
From every direction, from every dimension,
people looked up,
saw the message
and smiled on their brothers.
Genghis Khan,
Torquemada,
Ivan the Terrible,
Stalin,
Hitler,
Mao,
Poppa Doc,
Pol Pot,
Idi Amin,
Ahmadinejad,
Assad,
yadda, yadda, yadda.
Arabs, Jews, Christians, Muslims, Zoroastrians, atheists,
rich, poor, black, white, brown, yellow,
straight, gay, trans, right, left,
etcetera, etcetera and so forth.
Everybody.
Every f***ingbody got together,
right now,
and loved their neighbor.
Loved his or her neighbor.
Whatever.
Bliss ruled.
Then the Sky Writer whispered
My turn
and quietly --
not wanting to wake his wife --
snuck out of the house,
crossed the yard
and screwed the widow next door.
copyright 2017 Ozzie Nogg
Love thy neighbor
on the vault of the heavens where everybody,
then and now,
across time and space,
could read the message.
And, by golly, the words took effect.
Cain and Abel buried the hatchet.
Montagues and Capulets shook hands.
Aaron Burr overslept.
Hatfields and McCoys kissed and made up.
Coyote and Road Runner hugged.
Sean Spicer embraced The Press.
From every direction, from every dimension,
people looked up,
saw the message
and smiled on their brothers.
Genghis Khan,
Torquemada,
Ivan the Terrible,
Stalin,
Hitler,
Mao,
Poppa Doc,
Pol Pot,
Idi Amin,
Ahmadinejad,
Assad,
yadda, yadda, yadda.
Arabs, Jews, Christians, Muslims, Zoroastrians, atheists,
rich, poor, black, white, brown, yellow,
straight, gay, trans, right, left,
etcetera, etcetera and so forth.
Everybody.
Every f***ingbody got together,
right now,
and loved their neighbor.
Loved his or her neighbor.
Whatever.
Bliss ruled.
Then the Sky Writer whispered
My turn
and quietly --
not wanting to wake his wife --
snuck out of the house,
crossed the yard
and screwed the widow next door.
copyright 2017 Ozzie Nogg