Dialogues: A Satire

Dialogues by Wayne Ray

[Converting from WordPerfect to Word has created odd symbols in the text - sorry]

[a satire on the riots of 2012 at Elgin Middlesex Detention Center]

Scene:

A deep dim lit cave in the outskirts of Londonus. Barely accessible by the Exit Road, Ur. Or as it used to be known by the Ancient Order of Orange; Exit Ur Road. In this cave sit three companions discussing the events leading up to their being there, sitting on stone chairs and sleeping on stone beds carved by the drugged laborers who also cart food to the sacred caves. The three companions have been discussing leading questions and serious mysteries for 711 days or as they like to say, two years less a day.

'''The Characters:'''

'''Fabricatus Perdus''', also known as Turtle Dove to his family and friends. However, he has returned to this mysterious and learned Cave so often that he has few friends left. In his youth he invented the pounce and kill game, chess, at the Londonus Teen Challenge Farm for little agricolas and nymphettes and oxy morons.

'''Antonius Ignotum Ignotius''' hails from a long line of interlocutor and prognathous poets. The oldest of the three companions who has worn the same indigo shirt so long that it is almost white. His best train of thought often becomes a circle or at best, an ellipse.

'''Nulli Secundus''' is the most learned of the three, having translated most of the Koran into Hebrew and memorized the Delphic Oracles treatise on the sacred word: KEYUP. As a youth he developed Paint by Number for the tattoo enthusiasts at Ontario Blue Water Animal Farm.

Today=s Dialogue [keep in mind that a day to these Demi-gods could be longer than

that of the ordinary man (or lesser human wo-man) as time appears static in this cave where there is little light or physical activity, but I digress.]

Antonius: You speak of the ego, Fabricatus, as if you were the only one with insight into this enigmatic hooping of ideas we find stuffed into the entrails of that Babylonian god, Uranus. I must entreat you with protest. Proclaim your voice of opinion insipid and not unlike a wide-eyed shy child the exact opposite of the ego of which you speak. Did not only yesterday our esteemed colleague here, Nulli Secundus, quell our ignorance of alter-ego and enlighten us with his intellect?

Fabricatus: Yes, I succumb to your embellished argument and ask either one of you gentlemen if per chance you have had the fortunate or unfortunate pleasure of encountering the magnanimous ego of Ogre the Shramite. He was a recent visitor to our fair city and had all of us under his spell. Enough to make one languish in the arms of Morpheus. As for the hooping entrails of Uranus, that is only conjecture of elucidated forethought.

Antonius: A fair beating you have given this diatribe, Fabricatus, and yes I have met with the Shramite at his library for a brief rendezvous and literacy respite. He is ego personified and also does not lend any of his library to anyone but Marcellus of Brazilia.

Nulli Secundus: A library for only one person is not a library at all. It is like meaningless and idle chatter with only oneself. At least the Shramite let you partake of the words. I have recently lost words in this cave to both deaf ears and to black mould. You both succumbed to narcolepsi last months at my brilliant de profundus vocum.

Antonius: Ah. I disagree! Mine orbs were closed to better concentrate on your verbal elucidation. Forgive me if I have tainted. . . your ego. .  dear friend. Was that not your daughter, Sambuca, that graced the entrance to this Delphic cave? Tear the rust off my heart and the toga from my loins, I am in love.

Fabricatus: Nay to that Antonius, for I saw her too and she is one of the 711 days of servants and followers who bring us repast an subjugate themselves to us while we are here. She is seven of nine virgins left in the slums of Grey and William to service high and mighty Roger of Essig. I have swum in the river of her loins last she was here and I will beg her stay next she ambles this way.

Antonius: Again your ego, Fabricatus, to think that all you pontificate, we should enjoy. Your diligence in straying off topic is admirable but best we should maintain the ambience and equilibrium of a universal constant, that of this dialogue. Pray tell, Nulli Secundus, what is in the library of your soul?

Nulli Secundus: I have secure 101 books and 36 scrolls from the Great Library of Alexandria which as we speak are crossing the Lake of Elliot and will soon be along the Ur of Exit to my estate east of Londonus. They are all varied sources and titles and it will occupy my time and yours both, should you escape these Spartan bleak surroundings. Here is the good company of friends but it is too much like a jail. An overcrowded cave.

Antonius: I shall be the first friend there to ensconce myself in soft chairs and partake of your company. I can share my ego as is in the scope of this dialogue, as you favor us in sharing the knowledge of your library. I am in manuscript as we speak and perhaps one of your new books or scrolls will enhance my knowledge.

Fabricatus: And of course your own ego my friend. Lo, yonder past the entrance of our current home on a high pillar swings the sacred word of Delphi: KEYUP, up the hill aways. It signals the end of our current stay. My ego needs to search other avenues of my life so I arise and bid you farewell.

[leaves]

Nulli Secundus: Yes, truth was never better said. It seems like only yesterday we inoculated the veins of this cave with the voice of reason. Verily I too must leave and plan the rest pf my time before the caravan arrives.

[rises to leave]

Antonius: Farewell friends but I shall tarry a while as I see Sambucus walking up the path to talk and she will soon see that I am a master debater.

[the end]

Well not quite the end of this story as unbeknownst to these three friends and debaters, the blue-shirted Roman Legion in full dress battle armor has just marched into Londonus, their batons raised, masks on their helmets and bags of crushed pepper to spray at any interloper that got in their way. The city was razed and burned to the ground and all the toilets smashed. Antonius and Sambuca were beheaded after being caught in flagrante delicto; Fabricatus took the wrong Ur Road exit and became permanently lost; Nulli Secundo didn=t lose his life or his library as the Romans had gone through the Ontario educational system and didn=t know how to read. What a bunch of goofs!

[the ending]