Self-immolation, say, by a Buddhist monk, 
is one thing, even though I don’t get it, 
but what I do get, unfortunately, is 
immolation by another like 


what happened to the Jordanian pilot
at the hands of the terrorists. 
Heads hacked off, bodies 
burned alive…;

unfortunately, (There’s that word again.)
I get that. The Firestone Corporation 
kisses up to Charles Taylor, de
facto president of Liberia,

in order to keep the rubber bouncing
back to the U.S. and all over 
the world, while Charlie,
whose reign of 

terror was like giving a serial killer 
a country according to one 
ex-pat employee of 
Firestone,

put automatic rifles in the hands 
of little, bitty boys and told 
them to shoot to kill, 
while Charlie chopped

off hands and smashed testicles, 
and the same Firestone ex-pat 
employee cried, on camera, 
about the complicity.

I read a meditation about seeing 
divine Presence in everything. 
Terrorists and Charlie, too?
And if corporations 

are people, then seeing divine 
Presence in the Board Room?
It’s hard enough seeing 
anything human 

let alone divine in Charlie. The complicit 
corporation? Shame on the Supreme 
Court, whose members have that 
divine Presence.

Sometimes it’s easier to see the divine 
Presence in a rock.  I know, I know, 
Jesus, about loving enemies. It’s 
not easy following you.