The Tribune writes the Bible
By Patrick T. Reardon
We are not afraid of height.
During slack summer, we will write a better Bible.
This will be a new Genesis, new Exodus.
A chart-able Jesus. Lots of graphics.
Clearer language. Our copy desk will see to that.
Nothing will stand in our way.
From our glass offices, we will assign
Proverbs and Mark, Ezra and Colossians.
No lede buried.
We will win a prize.
Sixty-six parts, give or take.
Why 1 and 2 Kings? 1 and 2 Samuel?
Sprightly, compelling, spread over two months.
Trim to fit.
The almond tree will blossom,
its leaves weighed down by grasshoppers.
Day-to-day, the Professional will be team leader.
We will take bodies
from sports and features and from the suburbs.
The bureaus, too — Washington, Moscow, the rest.
The Professional will follow our orders.
We will whisper in his ear.
He will move the hand of each writer.
The first books, in two weeks.
No time to waste.
Get to it.
The sun is setting.
Mourners go about the streets.
Patrick T. Reardon
This poem originally appeared in the Spring, 2022 issue of Solum Journal.