The Devil is Burning the Cornfields
Sept
11, 2001
I
have been burned by love, and I therefore fear. I therefore can no
longer trust, neither the sun nor the moon.
While
we pursued foolish romances that tried to make sense of the world,
the Devil has stolen it all.
Why
did we let the Devil take it all?
Of
course, fools that we were, we believed that the world was worth
nothing. We forgot that if the fields did not bring forth herbs and
beasts to be our bread and meat, that neither art nor engineering
would be able to flourish.
We
allowed the Devil to convince us that money is everything – and of
course, we know who’s the expert, where money is concerned.
We
had a world where everything had its price – until that yeti
stumbled out on the road to Los Alamos and got roadkilled. After
that, the power grid went down and the flying saucers began to land,
and we began to hear the voice of Tokyo Rose singing to us from the
moon.
As
Tokyo Rose and Marilyn Monroe performed on that big stage that we
call the moon, the spirits of all the beasties that have been killed
on the New Mexico highway during the past 10 years came out from the
hidden dimensions to add their voices to the lament.
Fallen,
so Morally Fallen is that conceited animal who rose to stand upon his
two hind legs!
The
beasties are afraid of what’s going to happen to them if the world
keeps on developing in the direction that it has during all of the
years since the ‘60's.
What
has become of the sheep in the hills? What has become of the bulls
who used to leap on cows out there on the staked plain? What has
become of the Bison and the Eagle? What has become of the antelope,
and the jackrabbits?
What
has become of the children who used to dance in the green fields
before the Year Zero?
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The
Road-Killed Yeti
On
account of the shock we have suffered, it sometimes becomes difficult
for us to speak with one another. Apollyon has shot his arrows, and
all of us have become sick. As a result of this sicness, everything
natural within ourselves has died, and has had to be replaced with
glossy photographs which we cut with scissors from advertizing
circulars.
The
Outrage of the Year Zero is standing before Western Civilization,
like some ghostly summoner holding a flaming subpoena.
There’s
cornbread in the oven, and a telephone that is stuttering. Certain
countries in Latin America are about to go volcanic, but the romance
of the B-Grade movie starring the late Ronald Regan still holds most
of North America enthralled.
The
body of the yeti who was roadkilled on our mountain highway has
somehow been miraculously transported to the intersection of Church
and Liberty in New York City. It is suspected that he was abducted by
illegal aliens. The Keystone Cops are questioning everybody, and
telling the reporters that they have discovered that this is the body
of our collective innocence.
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| King Kong encounters his Soul* |
Whatever
Happened to Fay Wray?
Whatever
happened to Fae Wray? What ever happened to our dreams of romance? Is
it any wonder, that after the yeti got roadkilled, everyone bought
into jade fashions, and sex became a wall-street commodity?
Whatever
happened to the teenagers who got swept along with the current, when
Cheap Sex signed a contract with the House of Human Sacrifice? We
should have seen the writing on the wall and run James Bond out of
town on a rail, but we didn’t, because we liked the world in which
a Lowland Scotsman could get away with murder in Jamaica.
And by the way, Joe – just whatever happened to good old capital punishment? Isn’t that what you’re looking for, you with the gun in your hand, trying to look good in the headlines while you commit suicide by cop?
Say,
Joe, we all will agree that this world is not all that it is cracked
up to be. But Joe, don’t you agree that your wife should be able to
choose whether or not she is to be sent up to heaven? It may be
cheaper just to set her free, because when you take these domestic
issues to the point of lethality, you are messing with a little thing
called national security. Nobody here in America is quite sure just
what a terrorist is, but almost everybody agrees that a man who gets
so jealous that he shoots his wife or girlfriend fits the
description.
*photo from Wikipedia. Public Domain
