secure this beckoning sunshine

the greatest success
the devil has made is in
convincing us that

Christ would be supply-side and
only devils feed the poor



a tanka by Alex Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

This is a story from the universe of my novel quartet in progress, Blow That Trumpet Gabriel. Consider it canon.


( Jyoti stood alone )



By the Light of the Moon by Elizabeth Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Are we all we are?
Are we as good as we can be?
Open up your eyes and
Look around at what you see
In Bangladesh a building fell
Killed people who made our clothes
Three hundred eighty died
Just so we could get those
Cheaply
Cheaply
We value their lives cheaply

( It's only been five months since / The fire where a hundred died )

Our cheap clothes are worth more than their cheap lives!
If we want to be who we want to be, we must strive
To change that, to buy only clothes made in USA
Or places with better safety and pay!
Not Bangladesh or Thailand or China
Or places life's cheaper than in North Carolina
This is our fault! We killed those five hundred!
Our greed and our stinginess! I won't say it blunted!

Are we all we are?
Are we all we are?



Are We All We Are? by Elizabeth Conall is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.