– Resplendent Rogue
A piece of paper from Versailles,
Powerless monarchy, a clueless Reichstag,
And the foolish world saw his sun rise,
Casting shadow on the German flag.
A guarded secret then, Not any more –
Grey bearded men passed the folklore,
That the ardent advocate of pure race,
Was once a nomad in the outer space.
Somewhere in Andromeda, a planet solitary,
Was his home, modest and consolatory,
During one of his ventures, unknown,
He had encountered the funnel zone.
A barrier – of space and time,
Where Everything was true,
And Every one was right,
A new dimension in the galactic paradigm.
His existence transmuted to a waveform,
Jewish gods warn, “here cometh the storm”.
Remarkable it was, his newfound puissance,
Could see the future and the bygone,
Ubiquitous and omnipotent
He could dominate a planet alone.
Earth was an easy target, Germany a cakewalk,
His malicious mind formulated a plan,
‘All hail for the cocky Monarch’,
Enters ‘Messiah’ , the miracle man.
The propaganda was fraudulent,
His ideology was hollow,
But his speeches moved the Alps,
The mesmerized crowd had to follow.
The Wicked always get assistance in our world,
The friend Italian, and the German battalion,
He waged wars, massacred the Jews,
Merchants to tramps, then concentration camps.
But a single error and he would be exposed,
And the Humans would never spare,
He slipped into his own bog,
And was deep in the bloody affair.
The mess muddled further when he fell
Cute German blonde, the endearment of his life,
He Hurriedly arranged a modest marriage,
Last seconds on earth with his beloved wife.
Post the dreamy wedding night,
His ‘bloody’ hands shaking with fright,
Feeding his lovely wife the cyanide,
His lifeless clone by her side.
Bunker into ashes, so the reign of terror,
And the world fell for the forgery,
“Fuhrer commits sucide”, the bulletin read,
Humble humans and their tomfoolery.
Went back home and lost his wit,
Rapacity for dominion, the culprit,
The guilt and regret won’t leave him alone,
And he kept cursing the funnel zone.
He strolled on streets and boulevards,
And fellow men called him insane,
“Blood, blood, the Jews, my wife”
He still screams staring at the water fountain.
This was the runner-up entry to the online fresher’s creative writing competition, on the following prompt:
From Kurt Vonnegut’s 1959 book, “The Sirens of Titan”, the Chronosynclastic Infundibulum is a dimension where all the different kinds of truths fit together, and where there are many different ways to be absolutely right about everything. A Mathematical singularity where infinity ends, two parallel lines meet in Euclidean space, the last several digits of Pi can be seen and the entire number forms a perfect palindrome etc. Those caught in it could exist at all points in time in one place and also appear at another point for say, five minutes.
In a world that has long forgotten what Vonnegut knew, you and a handful others are the only ones who remember. So when a devious demagogue who charms with doublespeak comes along, you know exactly where he’s come from.