Plague Rats Beget (redux)

i.

My ancestors crossed
The Sahara with rats plagued
Rich with penury

ii.

My ancestors arrived in Spain in search of an oasis that was a mirage. The oasis would appear one-half-mile ahead beyond them, and at their arrival disappear. In this way they crossed the Sahara with plague rats in their camel sacks.

At the straits they crossed on a ghost ship, the rats now rich with penury. My ancestors joined the conquest and helped build a minaret in Alhambra. There my ancient Moor forefather raped my ancient Spanish foremother in a rheumatic alleyway infested with the ghost ship’s rats that were on an ascension to the throne.

This was my bountiful bequest that arrived across centuries of impalements to the heart. Now I juggle my multitude of children, every third one floats away on a convection of air that carries them back across the Atlantic to begin the cycle once more.

iii.

We’re going to feed two people
Paradox slices—
I have Infinite feed.
Do they need to be full?

What I’m Reading:

The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. 

— Cormac McCarthy / Blood Meridian