By Kenneth Martin

Written At 5:09 P.M.

Panama Canal

Soon Saith The Lord, You Will Find You Are In Great Distress and None Can Come To Thy Aid. For I Say My Servant Stretches Forth His Hand Of Authority.

Surely! I Curse The Byway That Ships Use, That You Are Of No Effect.

Surely! Ships Will Need To Sail Around Thee.

Surely! You Are Finished As A Short Cut.

Peace I Say To My Own. I Am Moving With Great Speed.