of the thin crust
All places are not alike;
some are friendly fertile homelands,
others inhospitable wildernesses,
and some places have disgusting smells,
like our imaginings of hell
where the crust has fissures
and molten lava bubbles out.
We like to tame
and reconfigure places
to project our hopes and dreams,
as well as fears and faith,
creating a constructed social order
so we can hide away
from our mammalian selves.