"Take it away, Howard." - Woody Allen's Bananas
On the road he was on He came to him, and he
fell, as we fell, Reynolds and me (we should say 'I'),
as if down steps or stairs, and woke up wounded.
We felt it first, a deep ache in the side,
then black and blue, then red, then multicolored.
For hours we lay in the emergency room
with no emergent physical trauma, triaged
fairly to a bright cold room to wait.
civilized, but prehistoric: beginning
times, wound back to start, biblical settings.
We thought of Adam and Eve, of Cain and Abel,
On the road he was on He came to him, and he
fell, as we fell, Reynolds and me (we should say 'I'),
as if down steps or stairs, and woke up wounded.
We felt it first, a deep ache in the side,
then black and blue, then red, then multicolored.
For hours we lay in the emergency room
with no emergent physical trauma, triaged
fairly to a bright cold room to wait.
We slept and dreamed, and this is what we dreamt:
An Ozymandias, a monument
in
some imagined past or future: DesertAn Ozymandias, a monument
civilized, but prehistoric: beginning
times, wound back to start, biblical settings.
We thought of Adam and Eve, of Cain and Abel,
a
populous in utero, we thought
of
Noah and his kin, but not the Flood.
Antedeluvian,
the land was young
and
ripe for husbandry, yet not rife
with
throngd humanity. Entwined with these
dream
thoughts, or visions, were impossible
absurdities,
my chair a captain's chair,
I
had the conn, commanded with my clicks,
as
ages happend past my ogling eyes.
Spirk
at my hand and I a James T. Cock,
cook
of the walk and riler of the roost,
an
i am i, faux tetragrammaton
in
silly miniature, a puppeteer
of
myriads of poor Pinocchios
(his
voice is dead for three days as I write)
and
meaty marionettes who span the globe
to
bring the constant variety of sport—
the
thrill of victory, andthe agon
7.11.14
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