I love this poem by Langston Hughes.
I think that Christopher Hitchens would like it as well:

"Dear lovely death
That taketh all things under wing -
Never to kill -
Only to change
Into some other thing
This suffering flesh,
To make it either more or less,
Yet not again the same -
Dear lovely death, Change is thy other name."

Lexi,

"Change is thy other name"....

We have a beautiful tree at the rear of our garden. It was planted as a sapling on the grave of our much loved cat. It has grown tall and strong and now bestows shade and delight whenever we venture to that part of the garden.

We know it as the "Sammy tree".

Dear Poirot,

How lovely and what a beautiful legacy.

I have only just discovered The Forum and thought it looked like an interesting site. As a great long time fan of Christopher Hitchens, I decided to read this thread and register as a contributor. I now have only one question --- Dear "one under god", what on Earth are you talking about?

Dear favern,

Welcome to both the thread and the forum.

Admittedly are occasions when I have felt UOG clearly deserved a clip around the ears for his stream of consciousness offerings but there are times when patient deciphering can bring great rewards. Like all of us he has his good and bad days but it would be fair to say with UOG they can be quite amplified.

Not only that they can be quite fun.

His hitch-post
about the post-hitch

Conjures thought
of the Soc-rat-tease

Instead of pleading
About the youth 
he was misleading

ordered a mug 
of hem- mock-please

Now pour Christopher
Piss-tofu-r
Sunk with his ciggies and scotch
To the arms of his dancer
His necromancer

Now close the door
To see him no more
Infect our young
With that acerbic tongue

1 under God
Could be pain-fully to sit on [upon]
An infinity would be better
For his derri-eter.

Dear UOG,

Sincere flattery.

Dear csteele,

Thank you for a most lucid translation of the thoughts of "one under god!" The veils have been lifted from my eyes, and to quote John Keats

"Then I felt like some watcher of the skies
when a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific --- and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise ---
Silent upon a peak in Darien."

To be totally honest, I think your effort at paraphrasing "one under god" has outdone the original!