Oil Drop
Blankets
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| Witchdoctor's magic |
NARRATOR
It all happens quickly
like a baseball’s pitch
at ninety miles an hour but
exponentially much faster.
It happens through blankets,
like ongoing light being
refracted
through an opening giant
eyeball,
barely blinking,
that’s the size of the
globe!
There’s an arc of tiny
blankets
running through,
with their oily drops
that propel and lubricate
the passage-way
of the Two Wives.
An arc of tiny patches
that appear and disappear
in a flickering wave:
that’s what carries them
through.
In a moment
of quick reflection,
all the weight the Ladies
carry on their feet
is gone. I
don’t know how?
That is the Witchdoctor’s
question to answer.
But the Wives, though practical,
are used to special magic by
now.
They’ve seen it happen
with the Giant Prince:
he turned them into pennies!
ONLOOKER
Now they’re just getting
home
to see their two husbands
again.
There Are
Opening Mouths on the Blankets
NARRATOR
Blankets lifting like
tissues,
one after another;
inviting a Lady up through
the dark diminuating
triangles
which are opening up
through tremendous vacuums
of space
like hungry mouths,
tremendously empty - and
sucking.
How did the Witchdoctor do
this?
What are the powers of his
blanket toil-cloth carpet?
I’ve been trying to describe
them;
though I’m not familiar with
their inner,
oily workings.
(He concentrates on his
description)
Weaves. beads and currents
through knotted threads
leading up to an opening
greedy mouth -
a dark black vacuum hole
sucking the Two Wives
through,
like two peas
through two,
dark, fat lips.
Knotted thread-lights
pull them through,
mouth after mouth -
on every carpet displaying,
through the vents, dark
circles
powered by incantating oily
lips!
I see the Witchdoctor’s face
up close
breathing roughly,
creating a dark vacuum
searching sound.
The thread-light knots
create a special pattern
on which they will depend
for flight
when they go.
So, praise to the makings
of the special threads
by the large Village
Women;
and to the meaning of
their specific knots and
bulbs
ringing like bells,
signifying a solitary,
personal vacuum journey
through space
in a blink of an eye -
set to, by the Witchdoctor
and anointed by his magic
oil
of mystery, power and love!
(End of Chapter 34)
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