ALL THAT HAPPENED NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE OR SINCE THAT DAY IN JUNE
On a warm and sunny day in June on a date now lost to history, a massive cloak began to creep across the sky from the peak of a mighty mountain high, unraveling and traveling in all directions, hovering over every section of the world. Jets and rocket ships smashed into bits against its impenetrable ceiling, reeling out of control, crashed into the waiting sea.
This giant Cocoon was sited in the sky. Within minutes the world was in it, could not get out. It enclosed every place from California to Maine, the plains and every state from coast to coast. Atlantic to Pacific, the deserts of Nevada, mountains of Colorado, every grain of sand and drop of sea, every bush and tree and living soul including you and me and all humanity, every bus and a guy named Gus, every house and home and mouse and every bee and honeycomb, every cigar and weapon of war, all neatly wrapped and trapped inside this sphere from here to there and everywhere.
The Cocoon spread with speed of a typhoon below the moon and stars and above raging wars in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Japan and Germany, Italy and Normandy and more on every blood-soaked shore where good people died and every land where Man hated Man since time began.
It blanketed Israel and the Middle East, Africa with its wild beasts and missed not the greatest and the least at war or peace. It sped, never ceased its spread until each spot, each dot of sea and land was covered by this giant, defiant Cocoon. The world watched hopeless, helpless as the Cocoon rolled by.
It enclosed each car and van, truck and train, ship and plane, kernel of grain, every goose and moose, every bottle of prune juice, all victims dangled at the end of the hangman's rope, those condemned sat in an electric chair, hope gone, prayed for the legal killer to switch the power on. Patients waited patiently to die, took one last look at the covered sky, breathed a sigh, tried not to cry, bid loved-ones goodbye and with this on their dying lips asked repeatedly, "Why...why...why? Oh. God, why?"
The Cocoon contained all beasts and Man, cars and vans, trucks and trains, ship and plane, every goose and moose and bottle of juice, every corner bar and Wal-mart store, every bore and whore, fast talker, street walker, stalker and rocker.
This Cocoon shroud blocked out the sun and clouds, continued in its plodding course with a force that none could comprehend. Everyone knew the end was near and there was nothing they could do but wait to die under this strange cover in the sky.
How it came about none could figure out. No doubt someone would after it was too late to escape the fate awaiting all the nations. There were no valid explanations. But man prevailed. Electric power never failed, no services were curtailed, water flowed, toilets flushed, everybody rushed about eating, sleeping, having sex, wondering what in the world would happen next.
Yet the Cocoon persisted. There were those who said, "Suppose it's an act of God to shield us from a plague to come?" Or: "Could it be punishment for Man's intent to reinvent what God created for purposes he had not anticipated?" Or: "Is this a form of pre-ordained fatal pollution in retribution for man-made evils like prostitution, legalized abortion, Biblical distortion of His word?" Science cried: "Absurd! It's simply nature gone amuck. We fucked up again, we mortal men."
Mystics believed Earthlings were deceived. That Man was an ill-conceived plan to test God's theory His children could be trusted to obey the word He bequeathed and breathed into their memory. Once He saw his law was not to be obeyed God reversed all He'd created. And since nothing ever began there was no beginning of The Beginning or no end to The End.
This giant Cocoon was sited in the sky. Within minutes the world was in it, could not get out. It enclosed every place from California to Maine, the plains and every state from coast to coast. Atlantic to Pacific, the deserts of Nevada, mountains of Colorado, every grain of sand and drop of sea, every bush and tree and living soul including you and me and all humanity, every bus and a guy named Gus, every house and home and mouse and every bee and honeycomb, every cigar and weapon of war, all neatly wrapped and trapped inside this sphere from here to there and everywhere.
The Cocoon spread with speed of a typhoon below the moon and stars and above raging wars in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Japan and Germany, Italy and Normandy and more on every blood-soaked shore where good people died and every land where Man hated Man since time began.
It blanketed Israel and the Middle East, Africa with its wild beasts and missed not the greatest and the least at war or peace. It sped, never ceased its spread until each spot, each dot of sea and land was covered by this giant, defiant Cocoon. The world watched hopeless, helpless as the Cocoon rolled by.
It enclosed each car and van, truck and train, ship and plane, kernel of grain, every goose and moose, every bottle of prune juice, all victims dangled at the end of the hangman's rope, those condemned sat in an electric chair, hope gone, prayed for the legal killer to switch the power on. Patients waited patiently to die, took one last look at the covered sky, breathed a sigh, tried not to cry, bid loved-ones goodbye and with this on their dying lips asked repeatedly, "Why...why...why? Oh. God, why?"
The Cocoon contained all beasts and Man, cars and vans, trucks and trains, ship and plane, every goose and moose and bottle of juice, every corner bar and Wal-mart store, every bore and whore, fast talker, street walker, stalker and rocker.
This Cocoon shroud blocked out the sun and clouds, continued in its plodding course with a force that none could comprehend. Everyone knew the end was near and there was nothing they could do but wait to die under this strange cover in the sky.
How it came about none could figure out. No doubt someone would after it was too late to escape the fate awaiting all the nations. There were no valid explanations. But man prevailed. Electric power never failed, no services were curtailed, water flowed, toilets flushed, everybody rushed about eating, sleeping, having sex, wondering what in the world would happen next.
Yet the Cocoon persisted. There were those who said, "Suppose it's an act of God to shield us from a plague to come?" Or: "Could it be punishment for Man's intent to reinvent what God created for purposes he had not anticipated?" Or: "Is this a form of pre-ordained fatal pollution in retribution for man-made evils like prostitution, legalized abortion, Biblical distortion of His word?" Science cried: "Absurd! It's simply nature gone amuck. We fucked up again, we mortal men."
Mystics believed Earthlings were deceived. That Man was an ill-conceived plan to test God's theory His children could be trusted to obey the word He bequeathed and breathed into their memory. Once He saw his law was not to be obeyed God reversed all He'd created. And since nothing ever began there was no beginning of The Beginning or no end to The End.
posted by Ed Weiland at 10:22 AM
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