Paul Lake: Two Poems
Martyr of Modernity
Christ had his cross. Antoine Lavoisier,
Discoverer of matter’s conservation,
When sentenced by the frenzied Paris mob
For crimes against the state, used the occasion
To make a last experiment. To see
How long a brain could live deprived of blood,
He asked a friend to mount the guillotine
And lift his severed head and count his blinks
Before all thought devolved to chemistry,
Then bravely gazed until the last: thirteen.
Epilogue to “The Emperor’s New Clothes”
Returning from his proud procession,
The king was pleased by the parade:
His ministers left the impression
That emperors must be obeyed.
Despite some murmurings, the crowd
Ignored the witness of their senses.
Whatever small boys cry aloud,
The truth is woven from consensus.
Those weavers were a subtle pair
Who put folk in a double-bind
By claiming if their looms looked bare,
The viewer had a simple mind
Or was unfit for public trust,
And pantomimed cloth into being
So well their dupes learned to adjust
Perception to correct mere seeing.
Based on the way the first could trim
The facts to craft a fabrication,
The emperor appointed him
His Minister of Information.
Now on the nightly news he spins
Transparent fictions into lines
And patterns to clothe royal sins
And cloak imperial designs.
The second weaver scissored air
And mimicked weaving on his frames
So well, he earned a tenured chair
And now employs his language games
To show what lies beneath all texts
Is nothingness or an illusion.
Revolt’s the last thing one expects
Of children tutored in confusion.
Now universally disdained
For spoiling their festivity
The loud-mouthed boy is being trained
To show more sensitivity.
He’s learned the first law: Don’t offend.
Though privately he still might glower,
He’s found it’s better if you bend
Whenever truth confronts raw power.
Paul Lake
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