The Capitulation of King Stomach by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore Slave stomach said to the rest of the body “I am King!” and the general populace of the body acquiesced worried lest its bond with the world be broken without stomach holding a sovereign position over the rest of its territories limbs thoughts dreams desires ambitions successes at least in this world if not in the next So King Stomach sat on a huge corpuscle throne counting calories and balancing proteins and carbohydrates like so many vassals made to till King Stomach’s fields and bring in his bounteous harvests Soon the body’s bond was tighter than ever with the things of this world and King Stomach began to lust after ever greater power taking over traditional villages and cities with tacky McDonalds and pre-fab Pizza Huts everywhere on this good green earth making people once so sensitive now somewhat fat and lazy Then one day outside the palace a procession with an army of angels preceding it came to the gates asking for an audience with the king The angelic army on camels beneficently benign protecting a palanquin of purest mist that shielded a greater monarch asking for entrance to the body’s domain Queen Ramadan come to request a single favor by the light of the glowing sliver of the new moon King Stomach looked out his high turreted window and quailed in his ten gallon gastronomical boots for coming to see him was a reflected radiance so intense it could dissolve resistance with a single glance weakening King Stomach’s hold and replacing it with a still tasty but less obsessively bottled-up appetite The palanquin of mist entered as if swallowing and Queen Ramadan in all her invisible regalia faced King Stomach with a moon face of unutterable beauty eyelids of bougainvillea landscapes cheeks of exotic Samarkand roses lips of Granadan pomegranates with highlights of oranges from Seville aromas even greater than the palace kitchen on feast days and a delicate embrace the king felt surrounding his gargantuan but now vulnerable dimensions He could feel his conquered lands shrinking before his eyes and the bondage of multitudes lifting as Queen Ramadan asked for only one month a year to maintain her Spartan dominion which King Stomach falling under her spell granted in spite of his initial and once deeply entrenched reluctance and with his decree now made into law the whole body prospered to the utmost extent of its thoughts and limbs and spiritual latitudes unfolded in lotus level after glorious level and chrysanthemum cloud after resplendent cloud and vegetable step after deep earthly step toward the high trumpet blasts of a greater and more delicious interior Garden of Delights than even King Stomach in all his tyrannical pomp could ever possibly envision
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 08:05:58 +0000
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