VI. STILL ONLY ONE

Confusion_of_Tongues

The Confusion of Tongues by Gustave Doré (1865)

          Come, let us go down and
confuse their language on
the spot so that they can no
longer understand one an-
other.
— Genesis 11:7

His face looked the same —
almost as if he didn’t really mean it —
but what he said
made no sense at all.

It was our idea,
all of ours,
one that only required
labour to fulfill.
Common purpose had been taken
for granted.

But when he looked at me
so plaintively and began his
blaspheming gibberish, I used my hands
to squeeze him silent,
knowing my god was no longer his.

How could we know
there was still only One?

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