History of
a Lost Primeval Fantasy
Whither or Wither Away
By ordinary reckoning, it was not so long ago,
and
I still measure history by experience.
The
generations are always getting shorter
the
way an old man’s height shrinks. From whence
we
may deduce, as those old ages said,
that
between my father and his father and so
on
back in time it is not so long. The door
when
opened lets in a breath of air once breathed
by
Napoleon or Charlemagne, like the worms
creeping
in and out of Polonius and Caesar,
and
just as one young Pharaoh forgot the promises
his
father made, the first historian had premises
we
can no longer believe in. And what we tell
our
children, they will confuse when their own sons
and
daughters ask for explanations. “Bizarre,”
they
will say, “quite impossible and please don’t lie
to
us. No one ever walked on the moon.
There
were never times without the internet.
The
oceans cannot freeze and people walk
from
Siberia to Alaska. Besides, last year
you
sang us other songs mellow-voiced
crooners
crooned,
and said that men and women danced
together,
and you listened to the radio
under
the blankets late at night.” My mother
waited
impatiently for the war to end. Her brother
disappeared
in Hawai’i that December day.
I
was bitten by a chicken on the West Coast
and
heard the battles fought across the Pacific
though
I was not yet four. Later, on Iwo Jima,
the
GIs saw the pictures I drew with crayons and glued
on
the window for the passers-by to make
a V-for-Victory sign and smile at me.
a V-for-Victory sign and smile at me.
On
the day of Hiroshima I had my tonsils out.
By
ordinary reckoning, this was not so very long ago.
My
grandfather’s grandfather saw the Emperor
ride
past through his shtetl in Poland bedraggled
while
the snow was falling. I date every great event
by
what I know or want to believe. The children
whispered
that bubble gum would be back soon
and
if I had a penny to put in the glass bowl
I
could get some to chew. This was
impossible,
I
thought, and so too the strange man by the train
two
years later my mother said was my dad.
Many
things cannot be true, even though they happened.
I
cannot be as old as I am and everyone else disappeared.
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