4.9.14

martyrdumb



whenever he understood a person to have been a martyr
he immediately disliked and did not respect them

martyrs and death are synonymous

he questioned who would submit to a martyrs death
never a coup de grace
a single gunshot to the brain
a martyr suffers a torturous death
crucifixion
burned at the stake
beheaded with insignificant blades
executed by hacks


wondrous  elaborate stories are related
their stoic deaths are revered
but he did not believe a single word of them


anyone tortured onto death is not silent or beatific



he unfortunately had witnessed animals die lingering deaths
and while their inimitable pain threshold supersede mere mortal mans
they do not die stoically

nor with steadfast nongrimacing eyes

it is not  that their horns or manes or canines disallowed
golden filigree halos from swallowing up the serene blue skies behind them
that there are not terror- and horror-stricken faces
raw  that no mercy was bestowed
hopeless

the human animal dispossessed of hope will be as feral as any animal alive
their big brain cut away
their reptilian one  though far punier  shrieking in the same guttural voice





2050,  Twosday,  8  10. 12

3.9.14



Youve Never Seen Everything

                                                 listening to Cockburn he was reminded of the fools hed 
met who told him  Stop!
theyd seen it all
--   There aint nothing new under the sun or in Paradise  You might as well quit looking

they were older than he
and it seemed these Aged wanted those who were younger than them to throw in the towel
concede to their experience

                                                                                                                                                                          
where the hell had they been looking all this time
he couldnt image

his xperience dictated he kept his eyeballs peeled
on occasion
something waft before their unblinkered untethered watch and asked  --   Didja see that
--   The fuck I did
--   Whawazat
--   Donknow  Never saw anything like it before

  
a night earlier he rushed to his grrlfriends cry in their bedroom  she was curled like a snake 
at the head of the bed against the wall  their pillows a dam at her tortured bent knees   
her finger pointing accusingly at a black writhing inch-long thing midbed
--   Whaddafuck
--   Kill it!
--   I aint killing something because its ugly  Hell  if that were the game I wouldnt be here
--   Well do something   her voice rising with every letter of the words she uttered
--   Right back
--   Where the hell . . . he was back before she completed the sentence . . . are you going
he kept a small mason jar and lid in his bookroom just in case

she wasnt good with insects
 

he wished he knew what he wasnt good with


once in captivity in glass they examined it to determine what it was
--   It crawled out of my laptop 
--   A virus
--   Just because you saved my life dont think for a moment Id spare yours
she ran a tough bargain

they ran entomologies on her evacuated laptop and figured it a snakefly
he read
--   Snakeflies molt more than ten times before they develop into mature adults  As adults 
they prey on insects and eat pollen
Babe theyre like my spiders theyre on our side
--   Your side
--   Benign creatures are always on our side

she had no tolerance for ugly creepycrawly or slither
 

but she kept her eyes open
she was susceptible like him


they had roommates who died years ago and had learned their names and called them in the middle of the night or stood in the bedroom doorway cautiously  and when they realised they 
saw them from their bed theyd back out of the doorway and evaporate in the hall

they made stomping sounds in the livingroom or jiggled doorknobs which forced him to rise 
to be sure it was just them  and returning to bed hed say  --   Yous wanna keep it down 
please  Were trying to sleep  Thank you
the whole while their cat stayed in bed with her alertly  but without any vigor interest 
or curiosity for what happened outside of the bedroom  a real tiger that one  refusing 
his mantle as Guardian or Man of the House

or their scarce thin visages floating over their faces as they lay in bed  curious  watching
there was nothing to do any more than parent would  look into their childs face and gently 
urge them back to bed  It wasnt time to be up just now

and theyd sift away  with a kind of regret




it seemed to him the Aged who had told him otherwise about Life had lost a playfulness and curiosity
and deferred the inestimable once-in-a-lifetime occurrences 
which could be missed in the bat of an eye

and that so very many  inevitably were


he didnt get it

but it wasnt his to get


he wouldnt concede
and he trusted that his and her accedence stilled the cork in hand and left the bottle open 
spilling its contents
until all manner of things unknown had escaped
twisting and tantalizing the eyes and senses of those who steadfastly watched
holding their breaths


each and every damn one

a voyeur



2142,  Twosday,  2  9. 14