The Fatuous Light

From Moksha Smith: Agni's Warrior-Sage

by Antonio de Nicolas

The full moon marked the paths of gravel and grass in the cemetery as I came upon this mysterious light,

it sat with green light on the high edge of a tombstone shaped like the shadow of a Bonsai tree, it throbbed softly in the breeze like the throat of a frog, it had a low voice, it croaked:

" I am the last thought of a critical theorist who died young enough to know he was all wrong. But,I, his thought, was so right I could not die with the last spasm of his heart. I need to be dissolved!"

"And how may I help?"

" Read me a poem, then swat me like a fly!"

I did as asked, the light dissolved without a stain of gut.

The moon lay over the vacant spot, the dead were at last dead with no memory left.

Pity, he was the only celebrity this town ever had!