“What’s up? ” I asked Joe Muldoon <br />his face gaunt, eyes bulging <br />as he stepped into Meng’s Restaurant at 4: 38 in the morning. <br />“I want to know what God thinks <br />cause an infinite mind thinks infinite thoughts.” <br />I nodded my head to calm him <br />as the lad seemed overzealous, <br />“And then there’s the question of the eternal soul <br />hadda exist from the beginning <br />but what about the Big Bang, <br />and before that, WHAT? <br />Anyway, even as we speak, <br />Is He thinking about you, me, giraffes, <br />a guy in Mexico? all at the same time <br />and you gotta multiply that <br />by the total existing earthly creatures, <br />like twenty-eight trillion.” <br />By now his fingers were wiggling wildly, <br />as spittle oozed from his lips, down his chin, <br />then hung there, suspended in the collapse. <br />“So back to souls. <br />when the Bible was written there was <br />a fraction of people that now exist, <br />but if the soul is eternal <br />where was the souls of the current six billion? ” <br />Louis Chivvis now suddenly awake <br />the wine having evaporated from his cells said: <br />“Waiting in the land of silence.” <br />Muldoon said, “The mind of God shall never be grasped <br />through hallucination.” <br />“I got a body that don’t know if it’s there, ” said Chivvis <br />searching every pocket <br />finally finding a half pint of Dewer’s <br />which he miraculously downed <br />in one long gulp, then paused to breath <br />at last continuing, “I prayed for eighteen years <br />fourteen inside the nuthouse and fourteen outside <br />of course I was young…Save me.” <br />Again the desperate search <br />checking even his shoes <br />ending with that final moan, “Please.”<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-greatest-possible-danger/
