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One fine morning the residents of a small
village woke
to find a very big but not unfriendly beast well settled
in the centre of their small town and ordinary lives.
Being by nature trusting and kind,
the people repressed fear and welcomed the beast.
In spite of its enormous height and girth,
and the mass of its settled flesh, the beast posed no threats.
All he did, in the most matter-of-fact way, was say, “Feed me.”
The villagers complied.
Upon devouring what he had been fed,
he simply repeated his demand,
without inflection, “Feed me.”
Eventually, without vote or complaint,
feeding the beast came to be what the village was about.
Charles Lambert, Post-modernism is Not What You Think,
(Malden, MA. Blackwell Publishers, 1997) p. 5. |
