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       Magical Bears in the Context of Contemporary Political Theory, p.13

           Jenna Katerin Moran
 
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It’s a Real Town

  The hole is out in the middle of the desert.

  It’s not a hole in the ground, not really. It’s more of a chasm in the nature of things. It’s a place where the underlying mathematics of the world break down, defaulting to prehuman axioms.

  There’s a man standing above the hole. He’s in shadow. He’s got a long coat and a cigarette, and in between pulls he holds it out and burning sparks drift down in the wind above the hole.

  And there are great horrible eyes that look up unblinkingly at him, only to be burned.

  And there are fins that splash back beneath the surface of the Not as the sparks touch them. And there are places where a single ash in the wind lands and gives birth to a world, seethes into brilliant life, planets, suns, spinning galaxies, and ships; and then the whole curls in on itself as it cools and dies and fades into the Not.

  And amidst the seething horror of it a hand flails, a hand attached to a coatsleeved arm, and the voice of it cries, “For the love of God, let me out!”

  And sparks flutter down and lightly burn the hand.

  “I’m not a prehuman horror! I’m from Kenmore!”

  It’s a real town, you know.

  People live there.

  But the man up at the top doesn’t react. He just takes another pull and waits. Now and again, when a tendril of the darkness rises, he steps on it.

  “For the love of God!”

  Then the man’s assistants, a man and a woman, arrive with the patch, and they place it over the hole, and all is still.

  EPILOGUE

  “The Gonz”

  Near two hundred children play

  In Kupkin Park, by Glory Dais.

  Trumpets blare and balloons fly

  Their faces shine: here comes the guy!

  He’s the guy

  They love the best!

  “Gonz,” they call him.

  Gonz the blessed!

  He makes their hearts

  Pound in their chests!

  And all of them

  Are quite impressed!

  “Alberto Gonz!” one girl responds

  She shouts it out! She’s short and blonde

  And in her shout she’s quite vivacious

  She points and everyone turns their faces!

  They gather round him, full of smiles!

  It’s time for games and fun Gonz-style!

  He shouts, “Oh, Billy, Sally, full of smiles!

  It’s time for games and fun Gonz-style!”

  But wait!

  What’s that on Susie’s face?

  A frown?

  A frown must be erased!

  “I’ll turn your whole world upside down,”

  cries Gonz, “That look won’t stay a frown!”

  And all the smiling kids adjust,

  Their faces falling

  As they must

  For when the world turns upside-down

  Their smiles would become all frowns,

  And since they would not have adjusted

  Gonz would have them adjust-busted,

  Which isn’t bad

  It’s kind of fun

  But then the other kids would shun

  The falsely frowning busted one,

  And Gonz might cry,

  So it’s not done!

  “Tell me now what troubles you,” cries Gonz,

  “And see what I can do!”

  Little Susie’d lost her head

  And shot her daydream playmate dead

  So Gonz bestows the kiss of life

  And flowers bloom

  And cease their strife

  And comes a shamblin’ at the end

  Little Susie’s daydream friend!

  “He’s back!” she cries. “He’s back, at last!

  Oh, thank you slow!

  Oh, thank you fast!

  Oh, thank you Gonz!

  You’re like the dawns!”

  And in this vein goes on and on.

  Gonz spins on Little Billy now.

  How does he spin? With feet, that’s how!

  “Tell me now what troubles you,” cries Gonz,

  “And see what I can do!”

  Little Billy has a bully.

  Billy’s bully’s Mr. Cully,

  Mr. Cully kicks the shins

  Of children who won’t kneel to him!

  Gonz, he listens.

  Gonz, he yawns!

  This isn’t hard!

  He is the Gonz!

  “Go home, oh Billy.

  Cully’s gone!”

  And so he is! It’s just like that!

  The Gonz trumps bullies

  No time flat.

  “He’s gone!” says Billy. “Gone, at last!

  Oh, thank you slow!

  Oh, thank you fast!

  Alberto friend

  makes bullies end!”

  He’s crying now! He’s round the bend!

  Gonz spins on Little Sally now.

  How does he spin? With grace, that’s how!

  “Tell me now what troubles you,

  And you will see what I can do!”

  Little Sally isn’t God!

  She wants to be.

  It’s kind of odd!

  Gonz squints at her with funny eyes

  Puffs out his cheeks

  And really tries.

  “Little Sally! Cease your sins!”

  Then Sally’s God! She’s always been!

  “Oh, thank you slow!

  Oh, thank you fast!

  The long purpose of the world at last

  Has been revealed

  I know it all!”

  Then she ascends

  Gonz face, it falls.

  He liked when Sally came and played

  But now she’s in absentia dei.

  Gonz spins on little Tommy next.

  Who’s Tommy? He’s a boy! He’s vexed!

  “I’m vexed because I want a cat!

  The nuns that raise me don’t want that.”

  “I’ll use my smile and win their hearts!”

  says Gonz, “then put their hearts in carts,

  Pushed towards Ailurophile Mart,

  The mart adds parts to hearts on carts

  And soon you’ll have cats Torts and Tarts!

  Tarts will miau and purr and blart

  While Torts will miou and purr and blort

  And think Torts’ blorts have deep import.”

  “Oh boy!” cries Tommy, who’s the sort

  To like a cat that blarts or blorts.

  The Gonz is good,

  The Gonz is great,

  The Gonz his happy dreams did sate!

  He’s a great man,

  He’s the Gonz,

  His hand is like a magic wand

  His teeth are like,

  Um,

  Magic teeth.

  They must be seen

  To be believed.

  And maybe once in seven days,

  He comes,

  And children laugh and play

  Of all the days

  Their favorite day!

  They love him so!

  They love him low!

  They love him high!

  They love him, why?

  ‘Cause he’s the Gonz.

  He’s deeply fly.

  Two hundred kids!

  They love him so!

  He makes their day!

  He helps them grow!

  Two hundred kids!

  Well, less a few.

  Like Little Sally

  One or two

  Each time

  And things like that accrue.

  They love him so!

  Two hundred kids!

  Or that’s the count

  He started with

  There are a little less today

  But he’s the Gonz

  So that’s okay.

  READER APPRECIATION

  Thanks for reading Magical Bears in the Context of Contemporary Political Theory! I hope that, li
ke me, you’ll find the lens of historical/political analysis a useful tool for understanding the ways magical bears and rainbows affect all our lives.

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  * Some of my other books include An Unclean Legacy, Fable of the Swan, Jack o’Lantern Girl, and the first book of the Enemies Endure trilogy, Stomping the World Round. You might also be interested in my coffee-table book, Invasion, my RPG Nobilis, or the forthcoming RPG Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine. I hope you enjoy them all!

  If you’d like to read an excerpt from Stomping the World Round, please turn the page.

  Chapter 1

  GOLD FROM A WOLF

 
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