I dreamed the Pope met Castro at the Havana airport
before I saw it on CNN, and in my dream
His Holiness held out his hand and said, "Comrade Fidel,
what's up with this three-piece suit? Where's the
khaki uniform and big cigar, product of the
people's revolution but still named after the
last colonial Prime Minister of England?
What's all this talk of trade with
western business and money-grubbing Americans:
didn't you read my Encyclical on Capitalism?"
Castro made the V with his left hand and grinned that
bigger than life smile of his, grasped the Pontiff's right
firmly, and replied, "The Kingdom of God on Earth will be
classless, each working in accordance with ability and
taking in accordance with need, but Saint Lenin will
sit at the right hand of Marx, causing some to wonder if
there are elites even in Paradise.
Yet may I fulfill a lifelong dream and
ride with you in the Popemobile?"
To which His Holiness answered,
To the great relief of the onlookers
gathered outside City Lights Bookstore,
staring at the television through the plate-glass window.
Meanwhile, Brother Loomis of the Mount Zion Baptist Church sat
watching the whole scene courtesy satellite feed, a
bag of Orville Reddenbacker in his lap and a
Miller Genuine Draft balanced on the arm of the sofa,
marveling at the wonderment of it,
thanking Jesus for sending such a sign,
Antichrists face to face before all mankind,
the Apocalypse surely not far behind,
and here in Lynchburg, we're waiting for the rapture.