IMAGINE A WORLD WITHOUT GOD
My brother had me listen to Revolution 9 once.
Man’s voice spouted, number 9 number 9 number 9.
“It’s a world with no God,” he told me.
Number nines floated in air; number nines numbed my
mind. “Without God we’re just a number.” I listened
to conversations, clashing, chaos, and pictured a five-star restaurant
filled with nine-shaped patrons. White linens, candles, roasted garlic
wafting in, and people with featureless circles set atop
sloping shoulders: blank space in the place of tongues.