Archive 04/26/10

   

Ant in the Sand

                                                                  

Even after all these intensely introspective years,

During which I've probed everything from Albert Meursault's ennui

And Gregor Kafka's insectile transformation into Franz Samsa,

 

To Hester Hawthorne's amorous infatuation with Rabbi Dimmesdale,

Reverend Billy Gail Hightower's power over Lena Grove,

Addie Bundren's attraction to Ayatollah Faulkner Whitfield...

 

From the role Old and New Testament Judaism/Christianity plays,

In assuring civilization that Armageddon's Second Coming

Is a fait accompli, Revelation's bestial prophecy,

 

To the seminal reason Americans hold patriotically steadfast

To the inalienable belief that their messianic, evangelical mission

Is to spread greedocracy to apostates, idiotic Islamic jihadists...

 

From the fundamental fallacies of deconstructionistic string theory,

Suspended disbelief in things unseen, Hallmark-card sentiments,

To the literal myths of Zoroaster, Xeno-Bellerophon, Zorro the Greek...

 

Even now, probing the reality, the ugly truth, of time's lies,

I realize that all that will ever really matter to mankind, to me too,

Are the spaceship drawings on the cave walls of Lascaux,

 

The graffiti sprayed on the ceiling of the Vatican's Sistine Chapel,

The splattered blood on Jackson Pollock's crucifix-canvases,

The Rorschachs of Tricky Dick Bush, Dubya Nixon, Bozo the Hitler,

 

And that all the rest will never amount to a dozen tels of beans

Accumulating above the innocuous-hourglass desert sands

Accreting in the wilderness near Hirohito's Hiroshima-Har-Megiddo.

And so it is that I've spent the best parts and parcels of my years

Trying to probe, fathom, plumb the mysteries of man's futility,

His vast, ever-increasing ignorance, as the past overtakes the future,

 

Conceiving the beginning and the end of life and quietus as one —

An inconsequential circularity, which no one ever escapes,

Conundrumful, profoundly dumbfounding, inessential —

 

Yet still planning how to solve the universe's unresolved resolutions,

Planning to answer answers that have no questions to answer,

So that when, finally, I die, I'll be as omniscient as an ant in the sand.

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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