Tabula Rasa It is the duty of the haves and the have-nots To rewrite the history of mankind. Who will be the first to throw away the Bible? Who will set fire to the villages, towns and cities? Who will devour their DNA and replace it with coffee Black, no sugar, on the patio deck in the morning Watching the sun start all over again? From the helicopter, in awe, over the spectacle that is Kauai, From the penthouse suite overlooking the streets of Manhattan, From the window of the castle where Juliet lost her virginity, From the graves of the slaves that died like oxygen in red algae. Tabula Rasa, the blank slate. Forty years in the desert, not just the Jews, All of us. Is there any other way?