Take of these beans
and make a new day
by soaking and boiling
in the pan of the earth.

Make playgrounds and gardens
and every new venture
to support new humans — humans
made not of dust and good intentions

but of beans. (Call them human beans
if it pleases you, Creator).
Everyone will be, then,
full of beans

and made of beans.
Think carefully about
giving your beans free will:
That usually does not go well.

If you do, build walls as high
and strong as you can, around this
New Jerusalem, this heavenly Beantown —
otherwise, you’ll soon have a lot of

weeping to do, a lot of righteous
but regretful smiting, fresh plagues
to think up, another wave of mercy
to muster somehow, from somewhere.