Millennia of Buffoons
In the glare, posterity promises
a Panteon Municipal to the locals
and Handicrafts At Factory Prices to the tourists
Out in inhospitable heat jets line up
sullen elephants with impossible destinations
Airport doorways issue people
dressed like other towns
A lavender scarab gleams
above the milling crowd of post-literate travelers
in the food court
When they find our airports and stadiums
will they call them ceremonial centers?
Will they be right?
When they decipher the ceremonies and inducements
we’ve devised to do what we were going to do anyway
will they have located our theological heart?
It was supposed to be the place
where men were made into gods, a tour guide could say
of Old New York and Los Angeles two generations unused
like they say about Teotihuacan now
Lost civilizations and airports
make buffoons of us all
Colin Dodds is the author of Another Broken Wizard, WINDFALL and The Last Bad Job. His writing has appeared in more than two hundred publications, and been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology. Colin lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife and daughter. See more of his work at thecolindodds.com.