Mothstery (after Conrad Aiken, with apologies to Hammett and Chandler, for Marissa Lingen)And it was then, surprised,
He touched a chair, and laughed, and twitched the curtain,—
And the moth flew out.
Conrad Aiken, "King Boborigmi"
To see all and to know all is to rot;
At least that's what King Borborigmi thought.
And yet, like moths, we flitter toward the light—
Enlightenment, as though if we were bright
And full of learning, we could find the plot
And sleep in peace, all sure of what is right.
How can we really hope to learn what's right
Or wrong from outside our own selves? What rot!
Our teachers—though they're wise—have lost the plot.
What's needed is some independent thought.
Beware of learning's lantern. Though it's bright,
You'll immolate your self inside that light.
The muddy orange glow of the streetlight
Illuminated little. I turned right
Into the graveyard. Jones was not too bright
But he didn't deserve to die and rot.
Could I track down the killer? His wife thought
I could. I said I'd try to solve the plot.
They'd put him in a plain and simple plot.
I lit a cigarette. The match's light
Attracted moths—a swarm of them! I thought
They'd circle round the flame, but they flew right
Into it, and the stench of smoke and rot
Assailed my nostrils as the match flared bright.
Why had I bothered coming here? A bright
Detective would investigate the plot
From in a cozy office with some rot-
gut as a study aid. And yet the light
Reminded me of something. Was I right?
Could this be solved as quickly as I thought?
It could indeed. I soon learned Jones had thought
He'd found the key to being wise and bright:
A guru's teachings. But he stumbled right
Into the middle of the "wise" man's plot
To scam some hapless seekers of the light.
The murder covered up the guru's rot.
So think your unique thought, and shine your light,
And don't let others' rot corrupt your right
To craft your own plot, be it dull or bright.Edited at 2013-10-07 03:25 am (UTC)