Betty Page

          I walk with her. She is in a red bikini with fishnet stockings.
          The sand is white. "Are you here to take pictures?" she smiles.
          "I just move things around." I look adoringly at here million
          dollar smile.

          "It's a beautifull day!" she jumps to her toes and takes a pose.
          Cameras click around her. "You sure are squirly. What do you
          do?" Betty takes another pose sitting on the sand.

          "I smote the Pharaoh and all his servants." I see how puzzled
          she is. "Ehm, Bernie! Get this creep out of here!" she looks
          about; the beach is gone. My mist covers her.

          "Where are we going?" she is trembling. "To see the nation I
          have raised up. To see the kingdom to come." I hold her and
          she sleeps.

          Behold the brilliance of the God of thunder. His radiant cloud
          shall bring everlasting peace. Betty opens her mouth at the
          the holocaust, but she cannot speak. She clutches me and
          hides her face.

                            "By the waters of Babylon
                                    there we sat down and wept,
                                    when we remembered Zion."
                                                          (Psalm 137:1-7)

       
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