Canto X

Canto X

The Old Man on The Road, Part One (of three)...The Past

Orestes had met him, as had Phillip of Macedonia, Napoleon and Robespierre, even the resolved General Patton. He had tolled the bells for Hemingway and resided close with the elusive Mr. Traven.

His inspiration was on the pages of hundreds of magnificent works by authors that might sparingly mention him, but always with reverence.

How he did it, traveling through time in between dimension upon troughs at just the right frequency (phase)...so as not to disturb the layering, was wonderful. All of it was not to adventure, not to take anything...even slight artifact (though he had permitted himself a few.) It was to argue with adopted lie, the context of mindset, when it became so unyielding no one saw through it.

He told me of the Martian Exodus. And of those superb beings so long forgotten that had allowed it. That had to leave their homes themselves, so deep beneath the soil of Mars, to trade the Martian moon for our survival. The engine my uncle found in the TatrasThen the earth would be ready for the "mineral".

The Hand of God

These priests you call scientists

would have the strangest things matter.

While slighting wonder and elegance

to justify soullessness.

Easily in their view is spread the difference,

working as it had to prepare the Garden.

Laying empty bits of rock and other matter

in rings around the planet Saturn. 

To be kissed by the Sun.

Copyright May 2001 James C. Horak