Enzo Cordello: ‘A Parodic Original of the Species’
A Parodic Original of the Species
(from “Modern Ruins”, a work-in-progress)
“Midway along the journey of his life
Virgil woke to find himself in a dark wood.
This, more precisely, had begun long before
Midway, but in the loam, foam and warp of time,
what started as a misty wood, a child in twilight
had now grown into a black forest in daylight.
Lions, leopards and wolves were becoming extinct
So none of these really crossed his path.
Man’s inhumanity to animals guaranteed this.
The animal sins were in men, as they had
always been, and lions, leopards and wolves now
feared man. The time of the concrete jungle.
Virgil awoke, to the thud of axes cutting
down much of the dark wood anyhow,
and his ears buzzing with electric saws clearing
A path to the unknown. Or into a darker forest.
Sins had become a guilt trip. And to have guilt
was becoming a sin. Something lurking in the
Roots of the black forest. Cut it down, out.
There was nothing right or wrong but fuzzy thinking
made it so. The field man fraud saw into that.
He took his wooded cue from the biologist
on the Beagle, who declassified God
by classifying nature. God now only existed by invention.
The beagle-blower should have stayed
at home, but having nothing better to do,
took to the high seas, dissected the origin
Of species with his specialist scalpel
and naturally selected whatever suited him.
It was a fitting find for the survival
Of his name. The Beagle’s captain later
regretted that he allowed this upstart
Biologist on board and subsequently killed
Himself. Such was the power of God’s
slow demise in the minds of people.
Without vision, the wood was becoming
A wasteland that the people were cherishing.
As a result of this strange evolution
nothing much mattered except a monkey’s bare bum
Ego who sat on his own importance
to out-rival other monkeys for territory
and position. The monkey’s grip grew stronger.
Everything was possible so long as you
didn’t get caught. Any Higher Authority
was unauthorised. So long as there were
Enough trees in the concrete jungle to
swing from (they were being chopped down
at an alarming rate) any upstart monkey could aspire
To master another monkey’s fate. And there was
no shortage of contenders. Tribes were rivaling
with other tribes in all types of Banana
Republics. Each monkey aspired to be
top dog with a top hat. Some were mad
as hatters or hell, which had a subjective
Existence. There were not enough bananas
to go around and the road to dominance
was indeed slippery. Having usurped God’s garden
All the monkeys’ (who now didn’t want to see
themselves as such) egos were having a field
day. There was now nothing to turn to, to cross-check
Right or wrong or right of rule of trees of any
aspirant. In fact, nearly every one of this species
believed there were no trees of knowledge
Of good and evil. They had been cut down.”
Virgil awoke in this wood.
Enzo Cordello
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