File spoon-archives/sa-cyborgs.archive/sa-cyborgs_1997/sa-cyborgs.9710, message 38


Date: Wed, 19 Feb 1997 13:02:02 -0600 (CST)
From: "N. Paris" <nparis-AT-blue.weeg.uiowa.edu>
Subject: Sita of Troy


Sita Of Troy: The Meditation of Menelaus

Sharp Sharp Sharp
brought time's nicks out of the blade.
He remembered weaving through the formations,
adrenaline rushed lines typed out a picture
piercing, pounding the roar of Troy
another wave and Lanka's passing receded
Hitler crashed again
the twisted starfish clung to the rocks
Athena smiled the dawn of Harmony
D.E.W.S. was written on the sign where Babu perched.

Sita had not yet conceived
her mother's words of the matrices' candle
the DNA that didn't spell out the shape of things
But like the I-Ching simply received the joy.
Her cell, her beginning fish shapes,
Lemur like faces stared out on its way to some new
experiment.

>From the fires of the Greek camps emerged a horse
as word was brought of the passing of Vali.

Sita resumed her needle point her mind seized by Paris.
the lesbian chamber maid came into the room to disturb her.
Iris had told her that War was not because of her.
She felt the blackness of the smoke filled sky.
A man dressed as a woman had gone to the main gate
dancing about in Greek fashion he had been
tackled by soldiers and no one spoke.

She knew in that moment when she had let her sari fall
And stood with dark eyes wide, consuming...
Paris first a flame with desire and then willing himself
to look into those eyes.
Dharma gone and her body released.

Lakshman, precious Lakshman
had revealed the arrow so that he might make her safe.
The Arrow had stood deep in the quiver
voices on the radio, listening...
The sacred mantra, that released the power of Shiva,
Zeus's lightning bolt was the tool of War.
But the Arrow's demonic consciousness
Mushroomed by aspiration given divine power.
"I exist therefore I deter", its statement, its self-justification
riddled the minds of the possessor
till no longer could they think that its
use, logic, values, none could reason,
none could prove with certainty,
It was then that she saw Iris pour her images across Ayodhya.

Hera, the auntie reviled it. Her tradition rained down arrows from above.
Kumbhakarna, the obedient set his pundits in motion.
Iris overwhelmed them while Odysseus hyped his new movie,
to convince the all too youthful warriors
of the promise of their prize
while the elites drilled with condoms
and John Lennon shared the secret atibala.

The walls of Troy were laid to ruin.
No ramparts held as ideas and feelings were released.
Rights seized, and the genders slaughtered and mixed.
The Mother smiled.
Menelaus withered his anger with Sita's consent.
Her fire arose from the earth.
Burning bibles, shastras, conventions of morality,
They danced naked and drank wine, raped, molested, just like old times,
the conquest left them hollow like the Horse,
their energy, passion, desire depleted.
Their violence unpunished.
They shot arrows into their own eyes and boasted to each other.
Satisfaction fled, and Aeneas searched for the founding of the new kingdom.

Rama spoke, yet his voice knew no law,
it still
contained the vast harmony
of the ungraspable passing of her life.
Her heart knew Paris,
the goat head a top his banner,
the unconditional love
that poured into her tax return
and stumbled over her child supports.

Ravana came on the silver chariot of the future vision.
Abducted she was taken for genetic experiments.
Menelaus called off his geneticists as the bubble broke
and the metaphor drained away to reveal the secret working in his heart,
and the oneness of the new beings.

Sterling Hart
nparis-AT-blue.weeg.uiowa.edu




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