IN MONGOLIA
Surmise that on merit I am
the Emperor of Mongolia at such mercurial time and circumstance that this is the
needful
Might I order my awesome
imperial complex built on the plain where currently dinosaur fossils proliferate
Shall I send my otherworldly
emissaries with meticulously crafted plans to Patagonia to isolate, quarry and
cut the exact stones needed for my re-creation of the Great Pyramid of Cheops
upon the Mongolian Dinosaur Plain at the center of the Imperial complex of Luxury
– yes, I think so
And with stones dressed,
finished, polished and blessed they become the latter day instantiation of the
Great Pyramid of Cheops (only better) -- with the all-seeing eye at its
pinnacle, glowering down at ancient, current and future worlds at my whim-behest
shall I beam with pride
Certainly no one objects
and everyone leaps on-board with this pleasurable program; and schedules,
tariffs and rules are devised for all to visit this Mongolian wonderland to be-pilgrim,
marvel, and study fossils, wondering about the rise and fall of the ages of
reptiles without regard to how that reflects on my contemporary age
And I assume to execute
orders for operations to maintain the Imperial Complex Status Quo for millennia,
indoctrinate world citizenry and create belief systems such that humanity obeys
my silliness re: the primacy of the pyramid complex with absolute blind devotion
Whereas plagues are
inevitable I arrange abolition by assembling a really smart team of epidemiologists,
doctors and pharmaceutical research and development teams; environmental
engineers and climatologists to work full-time on health control and population
maintenance.
On the other hand, I might
choose to do none of this and just remain an anonymous poet with no sway in
Mongolia or anywhere else and merely await implementation of this brilliant
scheme someday haphazardly.
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