Hand of God

The hand, the wave from a passing motorcade. Catch a glimpse, then they are gone. The sun never sets, on royal couples and tea cozies and spoons and cookie tins.

Hand of God, The loss, the feeling of loss, the loss. The sun never sets. The last colonial war. The last gasp. Leviathan. A severed hand, for the first colony. You won, but it took flinging your hand ashore. Never surrender.

The invisible hand. The invisible hand of the free market. We will devour ourselves, and you. Sleeping with the elephant, with a twitch and grunt. Cowboys and movie stars, in god we trust. Caught between two empires, to the east, seductive sounds, to the south, speed and danger. The idea of something is more dangerous than the thing itself, the hand has run amok.

The goal of the century was preceded by the hand of God by about four minutes. Grace built on a cheat. Two-nil. The Hand of God, a slight of hand. The invisible hand, a cheat.