The Three Mirages of Porfirio Díaz

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Edward Grim
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since 2005-12-18

Posts 1154
Greenville, South Carolina

0 posted 2006-05-31 10:22 AM

The Three Mirages of Porfirio Díaz

The Western Roman Empire
had fallen,
but the Eastern still survived
behind its mighty walls
on the Golden Horn.
In 572, the Persians
began a war to conquer Byzantium,
which the Byzantines only feebly resisted.

Nine shoestrings of indistinct shadows
bled onto the sand.
And upon the burnt sepia grit,
they weaved without loom
a fable of the darkened days
of Cascade.
Cascade, Montana, 729 people
on a spit wad of earth.
Nine shootings to shock the town.
Nine murders to make it a mark.
Nine stories to make it a spot.
Nine shrines to attract 700 people
to reside in Cascade
to join the 29 (once 38).

Three was not a mirage
but rather a revolution.
The heroes were quickstepping
to Elvis Costello
while the rats plotted heavily
against their once loved companion
of the olden days of hardy cheesing.
But paradise cannot be
painted over too many times,
problems will still arise.
The rats, they killed their friend,
as he cried “Et tu, Rute?”
And then came the truth,
ah yes, the truth…
The truth was tossed around
and torn apart more times
than a dead cat in a dog pound.
So finally when it came to pass worthy ears,
it wasn’t even sure where the door was.
The three mirages of Porfirio Díaz
weren't any of these.
These are the fables they brought to life,
the stories of the afterthoughts ignored.
The fables of people who think outwardly,
the ones who turn nothing into being.
The three mirages of Porfirio Díaz
were the walls, the sands and the cheese.

I'm not smart, I'm just a tricky dumb person.

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

1 posted 2006-05-31 12:29 PM

mirage means an evidance of multiple dimensions....
while reading this, I couldn't help but remember the free massons, and the knights of templar before them...stories, legends passed down by man...

enjoyed this muchly

Edward Grim
Senior Member

since 2005-12-18

Posts 1154
Greenville, South Carolina

2 posted 2006-05-31 02:57 PM

A mirage is "an optical illusion in which atmospheric refraction by a layer of hot air distorts reflections of distant objects" or simply something illusory and unattainable.
Glad you liked it.

I'm not smart, I'm just a tricky dumb person.

Ratleader

Member Rara Avis

since 2003-01-23

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3 posted 2006-06-01 12:56 PM

YOU are unique!

....I like unique.

This is one of the most original poems I've seen around here recently, and I think I just added a new poet to my "read-on-sight" list.

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Edward Grim
Senior Member

since 2005-12-18

Posts 1154
Greenville, South Carolina

4 posted 2006-06-01 10:16 AM

Wow, thanks ratleader. I'm glad you like my little absurdity. Thanks for the cool reply. Cheers - Ed

I'm not smart, I'm just a tricky dumb person.

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