When the aliens came to take me, I was lying between two parallel lines, entrapped between the folds of my city.
Two railroads went like two fingers, squeezing the earth like skin, and it wrinkled into little hills and valleys.
I dreamt as a I slept in one of these valleys and I saw a swarm of flies chase a tiger right into the head of a train and its skull cracked open on the bloody tracks.
I woke up with sweat on my ass and a shiver – – two horns signalled from opposite ends and the gurgle of metal wheels made the ground dance. I looked back and the lines expanded into infinity and in the front they collapsed into a tiny point (the narrow future ahead);
They seemed to say:
“Here comes the hope of collusion, the present as a harmony between the past and future. But the illusion of eyes hide the reality of the world which has always been parallel. The lines don’t meet – – except in your head.”
Stupid imagination of the poet is broken by the shriek of two trains running past each other. The rhythm of metal friction wakes me up, breaking the lines of poetry (what a relief).
If you ever listen closely, trains have music to them with beginnings middles and ends, crescendo and harmony, starting with thunder and ending with whispers.
However when the whispers of both the trains should have ended, screams refused to complete the music.
A mob followed the train on the left. Men, women and children with sticks and swords. I felt my heart beat in my mouth. For a moment it seemed that the train would be free, but then a boy threw a bomb on the last bogey and the train was set in fire.
Instantly the mob swarmed around the defeated vehicle and the passengers were pulled out and the massacre started.
The train on the left also screeched to a halt and troops of men marched out with guns. After that it started to rain, thousands of pellets showered on flesh and human beings started to melt.
Left became right and right became left (no longer divided into victim and victimizer).
The pellets refused to obey anyone and they became a tornado of circling flies, and I no longer could see anything.
Now instead of the train, the ground started to run, from back to front into the horizon and the point so narrow (collapsing).
It was then that I realized that it was an alien invasion. No perhaps not. Perhaps they came to save me. What can I say? I remember nothing. Memory is the failure of poetry and the failure of memory is where poetry begins.
When I came back to Earth, I searched all the newspapers of that day – – there were so many similar incidents that it seemed like these events were gathered in the folds between the tracks and I was made to relive them all at once. Jews killling Muslims, muslims killing Christians, Hindus killing muslims, retaliation and retribution, each group claiming to be the hand of justice and the massacre of innocents. Cycles of idiocy and the swarm grows.
The self proclaimed saviours of the world, the wise who are blind and the pundits without knowledge, have given their verdict in unison – – a rarity in the world of ego clashes and academic politics.
Enmity is the product of difference they say. We need to unite, under the banner of sameness, under the flag of uniformity (impossible, imagined and enforced through violence) and peace will last for eternity.
But difference is a fact not a piece of propaganda. And it is the mind which cannot accept this Truth, the people who don’t want it to exist and the world which is built on illusions of standardization who are responsible for the genocide of the Human species.
Uniformity is not unity and there is a universe which exists in this gap, in their difference.
In the end, I realized that the people who killed and the people who called for peace were both just faceless, nameless part of the same mob – – the swarm of flies pushing the world to the train of wreck.
It is the difference between us which prevents us from being just another insect in the swarm of insanity.
Perhaps this was all I could take away from them. The strangers who maybe knew more about us than any of us could.
Am I making sense?