"I am the
truth: come follow me."
"To where,
Lord Jim?"
"To
Guyanese forests lush with peace and light, to live and love as one, each one
with me.
There is a
better life. Come, follow me."
"Yes, oh
yes."
"Together
we'll transcend the mire in glorious sui-cyanide."
"Amen, Lord
Jim."
© Sheila Rogers. May 2013
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