| Eric Chaet |  |
ODE
TO SCRAMBLED EGGS
You would have been
roosters or hens confined to a small cage or running around
some yard.
Feathers, spine, a beak, eyes like mine that
see night & day, stars, blue sky, grains of soil & corn,
wire mesh, trucks, collisions intentional & otherwise, with
& of other chickens, hawks, ants, woman’s hand or man’s, a
voice like mine, too, appetite & thirst, urge to move, to
reproduce, brood, nurture, maybe—or strut & crow.
You
would have been like me, aspirations of smaller ambit, probably
less memory, less scheming, less philosophical, but troubled
only briefly, letting what happens go, fatalistic.
Scrambled
eggs, you’re like the elders of my family I resisted
emulating— what they’d hoped for & attempted scrambled
by circumstances stronger than their ability, finally, to cope
with.
You’re like Abel, Akhenaten! Samson, Goliath,
Achilles! Archimedes, Alcibiades! Alexander the Great, the
Gracchi! Spartacus, Crassus, Pompey! Julius Caesar, Antony,
Cleopatra! John the Baptist, Jesus, Peter, Paul! Umar, Uthman,
Ali! Richard the Lionhearted, Wallace! Hamza Malmati Maqtul,
Joan of Arc, Villon! Moctezuma, Giordano Bruno, Anne
Hutchinson! Charles I, James II, Louis XVI, Pugachev! Mozart,
Tupac Amaru, Pontiac! Mary Wollstonecraft, Marie Antoinette,
Robespierre! Alexander Hamilton, Shelley, Tecumseh! Napoleon,
Edgar Poe, Dred Scott, John Brown! Lincoln, Maximilian of Mexico,
Marx! Sofya Perovskaya, Jim Fisk, Custer! Crazy Horse, Rimbaud,
Parnell! Muhammad Ahmed al-Mahdi, Dreyfus! Czolgosz, McKinley,
Archduke Ferdinand! Gavrilo Princip, Kerensky, Sun Yatsen,
Zapata! Kaiser Wilhelm, Czar Nicolai, Rosa Luxemburg! Woodrow
Wilson, Debs, Sacco & Vanzetti! Garvey, Lorca, Al Capone,
Vallejo, Trotsky! Bonhoeffer, Insull, Amelia Earhart,
Mussolini! Hitler, Farouk, Naguib, Mosaddeq! Jackson Pollock,
Charlie Parker! Gary Powers, Jimmy Hoffa! Howard Hughes,
Batista, Lamumba! Medgar Evers! The Kennedys, Lee Oswald! Marilyn
Monroe, Lenny Bruce! Che Guevara! Malcolm X, Martin King, Salvador
Allende! Lyndon Johnson, John Lennon, Nixon! The Gandhis! The
Bhuttos! Sadat, Rabin! Marcos, Gorbachev, Yeltsin! Shah
Mohammad Reza Pahlavi! Zarqawi, Saddam Hussein! The unknown
soldier! The unknown salesman! The unknown mother! The
unknown house-wife! The unknown accountant! The unknown
cultivator! The unknown husbandman! The unknown tool-maker! The
unknown assembler! The unknown installer! The unknown
maintainer! The unknown loan officer! The unknown waitress! The
unknown prisoner! The unknown insurance processor! The unknown
student! The unknown assistant! The unknown ashamed of
ailment’s symptoms! The unknown without the price of
membership!
Victims of every war, famine, injustice,
misunderstanding, plague. You’re like my neighbors, generation,
nation— you’re like me.
Oh, some of us live
longer, emerge from egg or womb, delight in early impressions &
in our mastery of, say, walking, talking, maybe our art-work
posted on a refrigerator by encouraging parents or teachers, might
be elected senators, or accumulate billions of dollars, pounds
of gold, barrels of oil, maybe command industrial-strength
invasions, occupations, or bands of resisters to invasions,
occupations, or take advantage of such conflicts to trade at
inflated prices, committed, maybe, to some noble or malthusian
enterprise, maybe dropping to one side like carcasses of
raccoons or squirrels along the road, or mice in traps, or swatted
flies, or persisting, overcoming one obstacle after
another, seeing the big, then bigger picture— or running
around some yard.
Scrambled just the same— each a kind of
team opposed by not just another team coming from the opposite
direction & dedicated to blocking our attempts to score— but
opposed by, say, 40,000 teams coming from all directions, each
trying to score, & prevent our scoring— most goals even of
different natures than our goals, few understanding what we’re
trying to achieve— we so necessarily concentrating, unable to
conceive their goals— even our understanding of our own purposes
& tactics often scrambled by the necessity of dealing with
urgent entropy, gravity, accidents, traditions,
tantrums, dangerous inclinations to disrupt disproportionately
powerful bullies, others’ wise & foolish forays, gambits,
campaigns, policies, our competitors subsidized, laws biased
for & against, speeches sincere & realistic or
unrealistic, or cynical.
Addicted to products or
services giant corporations provide— prices & terms
changing, barrage of sales & counter claims, sly or
unthinking, intimate or impersonal betrayals, capital seeking
profitable transactions, ecological havoc, indignant
protests, planned & unplanned obsolescence, illness &
despair of those we care about, our own griefs, constitutions,
bibles, seasons, effects of hormones, viruses, age.
Tidal
waves of change that began a hundred, thousand, million years
ago— or are just starting, our efforts a zealous part, or
against which we exert our efforts— or which we don’t even
realize encompass us— til all we’re trying to do is disrupted,
then done— & we’re released: & what we’ve
done, mixed with all that has become of us & it has its
great or slim yet inexorable effect— oh, scrambled eggs.
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