More Martin Luther thoughts and processing

To digress…

The following poem by Carl Wendell Himes, Jr. (which also provides the title for Harding’s book) highlights the inadequacies of Nathan’s blog.

Now that he is safely dead

Let us praise him

build moments to his glory

sing hosannas to his name.

Dead men make

such convenient heroes: They

                   cannot rise

          to challenge the images

we would fashion from their lives

And besides,

it is easier to build momuments

     than to make a better world

So, now that he is safely dead

we, with eased consciences

will teach our children

     that he was a great man…knowing

that the cause for which he lived

Is still a cause

and the dream for which he died

is still a dream,

a dead man’s dream

Nathan’s blog crafts monuments from dead men, waves the flag of a country that no longer exists and sings in a language long laid in the grave. Isn’t it convenient to speak in exotic tongue, I can’t excuse you, concern you, or rebut you. No matter the language, I can’t anyways, your ears are full of mud. Clean them out and listen to my song.

I sing this hosanna in your name Nathan…

Nathan feeds on dead men’s dreams. He hollers in archaic speech. He should blog about his peel-y feet, knowing that detail would you still beat? 

Nathan speaks to dead men. Nathan speaks to dead men. He talking to God, God calls him a heathen. He’s crazy like Poe and mightier than thou. He’s speaking to dead men. You grant and he’s taken.

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