Panties and Bras

THE ENNUNMENT CANTO 10

 

 

Gtounds of Eldor Palace in Mecnita

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From eastern Ub had Bárti come by chance,

From Ságha'a, a province newly formed.

Originally, Udi, to enhance

The value of that tract, where insects swarmed

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Above the Ghásbi Swamp, malaria

Was rife and reptiles slithered, did decide

To drain the marshes of the area,

Conducting water to its northern side.

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Al-Yáfilah had joined Memléket Ghasb.

A province and a kingdom they had been,

But now together, in the sovran clasp

Of all-embracing Ung, were gathered in,

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And took the name of Sagha'a instead.

Here stagnant waters swelled by rains torrential

Harmed health, and floods left many people dead.

Queen Udi's rule was therefore providential.

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"The Karamánta Desert, northern waste,

A thousand miles from Sagha'a lies sprawled.

What would it cost, if a canal emplaced

From swamp to desert, all in concrete walled,

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Were built to pump the waters south to north,

With treatment stations all along its path,

To filter and enrich, as they flowed forth,

The waters raised from their palustral bath?"

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She wondered, and the answer was provided

By Ajinblambia, while still a guest,

Before to marry Udi she'd decided.

Her grasp of all the problems, always best,

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Enabled her to estimate the talents

The Queen must needs expend from out her purse.

She itemized them all, accounts did balance,

Exactly stating how much she'd disburse.

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Queen Udi'd recognized already how

The Gangawaran girls were highly gifted,

How genius did these prodigies endow,

Who to Mecnita, as it were, had drifted.

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So she conducted tests that clarified

That Barti, who was eldest by a year,

Possessed intelligence most rarefied

As architect and civil engineer.

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The Queen appointed Barti to design

Canal and floodgates, stations that would pump

And purify, with highways down the line,

Creating in the barren lands a sump.

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The girl from Kshaddi made the calculations

And drew the diagrams that appertained.

She authored accurate specifications,

Adhering to the codes that Ung maintained.

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This took one hundred days.  She moved like light,

Her fingers typing programs cybernetic.

Her plans were accurate, her figures right.

She must have had a memory eidetic.

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Ung's structural commission oversaw

Such projects with its fifty-member panel.

Her contract documents passed into law

When they'd approved her concept of the channel.

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She went at once to Osh, began to hire.

Bulldozers, backhoes, dragline excavators

Felled trees, smashed stone, shore earth and plowed through mire,

Scared off the crocodiles and alligators.

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It took five years to finish the canal,

But it had been in operation nine.

Instead of dunes, now pasture and corral,

Farms' wheat and orchards' pome and vineyards' vine

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Made verdant every acre, all the tilth

That lay within a swath of many miles.

A land of plenty'd risen from the filth,

With rubble fence surmounted by oak stiles.

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All that was needed was a nunnish chapel,

A shrine and abbey to be built in Ghasb,

In Sagha'a, the land of nut and apple,

A high-walled convent sealed with lock in hasp.

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The Queen bade me go west to Osh by plane

With Barti to survey this new dominion,

Select a site and help design the fane,

Returning on a rocket-raised jet pinion.

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My stay would be but passing, and secure,

Far from Sambákang, Qizilót and Mli.

Then I'd assume my ladyship for sure,

And Zúniga and Zóffas oversee.

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So I agreed.  One ought not challenge queens

When they request, for thus they may be pained

And start commanding.  It is in their genes

When dynasties millennia have reigned.

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With Barti so to Osh at once I flew.

She too was titled Queen, but she had power,

Whereas to Udi honor now was due

Just as Queen Consort, captivating flower

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Who had surrendered her authority

To Ajinblambia, our lady King,

Within whose harem, though, she had seniority,

While I was busy with my nunnish thing.

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Queen Udi could undoubtedly persuade

The King to bid me do as she'd proposed,

So when she spoke, attention must be paid,

E'en though supposedly her reign was closed.

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But all went smoothly on my trip to Ub.

I toured the whole canal by limousine.

'Osh Convent' I'd decided that I'd dub

The cloister to be founded on the scene.

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Osh Convent would be built upon the shore

Of a small lake that Barti had created,

To draw the waters, their excess to store,

Whenever her canal was inundated.

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This was a spot with knolls and groves of ash,

Warm all the year around with gentle zephyrs.

Here herons waded and red deer did dash.

Here fillies frisked, and gamboled calves and heifers.

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Queen Barti took me to her own chalet,

A lovely house upon a chalky cliff.

'The Pearl of Osh' she gave it sobriquet.

There you caught lilacs' and gardenias' whiff.

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Her office had a drafting board.  Thereat,

She quickly drew the plans, as I inspected,

In sev'ral days we had produced the plat,

The layout of the shrine to be erected.

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It was decided, settled, signed and sealed,

Just as Queen Udi promised would be so.

A mere two months I lingered in the field

Ere to Mecnita I emplaned to go.

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Osh Convent Barti would herself construct,

Excused from canon by the King's command.

Then I'd return in order to induct

New sisters from the precincts of that land.

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The work would take six months, perhaps a year,

But I'd be in Mecnita all the while,

Where there was nothing evil, nought to fear,

I'd even be allowed to live in style.

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I went to visit Holy Armalíssa's,

A convent in Piljándar where the nuns

And I were friends, exchanging many kisses.

These sisters were among the very ones

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That I'd admired and imitated madly,

E'en long ere Ajinblambia'd deported

Me to Defdefa.  So it was most gladly

I'd donned a veil and with the nuns consorted.

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My thirst for all things nunnish, never quenched,

Drove me to mad distraction like a fever.

The tenor of my thoughts, completely wrenched,

Turned me from atheist into believer.

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Around the city, sisterly appareled,

With Armalissa's swans sights did I see.

With them I prayed, I chatted and I caroled,

All long before the King had cloistered me.

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Thank goodness here on Nya there is no stigma

When that a man is changed into a lady.

It's not a puzzle, riddle or enigma.

It's not considered dubious or shady.

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Should I blame Armalissa's wimpled throng

For their sweet irresistibility?

It made the nuns insuperably strong,

Reducing me to weak docility.

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My dearest friend was Quequeménia,

A stately, pink-cheeked, white-coifed, black-veiled sister

Who'd shown my eyes the new millennia,

Explained to me spectroscopy, transistor,

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Microbiology and DNA,

Microscopy, nanotechnology,

Telecommunications of the day,

Magnetic resonance, geology.

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She taught these in the classrooms she conducted.

Advanced far, far beyond what this required,

She did astonish me as she instructed,

Amazed and dazzled me.  I was inspired

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To imitate her, emulate her, vie.

I tried to talk like her and walk like her.  I longed

To know what she knew, do as she did, sigh

And smile like her, belong where she belonged.

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I'd been delighted many years before

When she gave me a habit, as a jest,

Suggesting playfully that, if I wore

The habit, I'd be admirably dressed

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To go with her to her religious college,

Where she taught subjects to most gifted students.

There I'd be able to imbibe her knowledge

And quaff of her intelligence and prudence.

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I'd had her to the palace many times.

I'd serve her tea and crumpets in my suite,

And listen to the melodies and rhymes

Her words were stockinged in, like metric feet.

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In retrospect, I think it may have happed,

As Quequemenia and I appeared

In Eldor's corridor one morning, wrapped

In veils of black, somebody peeped and peered

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And glimpsed us as we gingerly trode by.

This was before my nunhood.  I was wary

Lest I be caught.  Perhaps they did espy

Me nonetheless, my stealth caused to miscarry.

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If that be so, the witness may have told

To Ajinblambia my masquerade.

Maybe they thought it funny and made bold

To make of it a silly pasquinade.

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Regardlessly, that night at ten or so,

I went to Udi's chamber to retire.

The ladies were embraced.  They bade me go.

No longer did my presence they desire.

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From that day on, I was denied admission

To royal Udi's bedchamber and bed.

It mattered nothing that I begged permission,

For Ajinblambia was there instead.

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A few days later, when her rockets vanished,

And Photon I towards heaven did careen,

Into the nunnery myself she banished.

She'd have exclusive title to the Queen.

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The rest you know if you have read this tale.

Thus Quequemenia's had been the hand

That helped put on my head the pious veil.

Now, after years, before her I did stand.

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Her convent was autonomous, her nuns

An order in their own right, not beholden

To any other order of the ones

That Ung has recognized from ages olden.

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It seemed that Quequemenia looked up

To me, now that I'd stablished many places.

This grew apparent as we sipped a cup

One pleasant afternoon, with smiling faces.

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We talked and talked.  At last, she seemed to hint

That Holy Armalissa's I absorb,

Adjoining it to my own group by dint

Of my influence with Ung's sovran orb.

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I was surprised, for I had looked with awe

On Armalissa's, deemed it an ideal.

Their canon and their sacrament I saw

As things somehow beyond all that was real.

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But Sister Quequemenia persisted.

Therefore, I felt obliged to nod my head,

How could I possibly quite have resisted,

When this fair lady so besought and pled?

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Negotiations did continue days,

But finally did Armalissa's join

Defdefa's cloisters.  We our count did raise,

Unto our arch thus adding a sixth quoin.

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It thus was needful that I there reside

Some months as acting abbess to install

The liturgy by which they must abide,

The canon that would regulate them all.

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So I moved for a season to Piljandar,

Some forty miles from Eldor, north-northeast.

If I may be allowed to speak with candor,

I was much gratified, to say the least.

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First thing I noticed was the biliments

The nuns at Holy Armalissa's clad

Themselves withal.  The skirts with filaments

Of wool were sewn together, so they had

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Both hems and seams, which strictly is forbidden

By the Defdefan canon.  We must needs

Create new habits with all stitches hidden.

This is the rule that regulates our weeds.

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Their icons and their missals varied too.

We had to smith new images of gold

With amethyst and garnet, and review

The wording and the script of writs enscrolled.

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In Ung, of course, all priestesses are nuns.

They sacre every sacrament, say mass,

Composing polyphonically the Sun's

High hymns.  They teach them to each novice class.

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Their chords and their motifs did not obey

Prescriptions of our musicology.

To modify them then we worked away,

E'er mindful too of our theology.

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Some of the cells and corridors we altered,

Installing niches or removing shelves.

We busied us completely, never faltered,

As we gripped levels, planes and hammers' helves.

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We plastered ceilings and we painted walls.

Our more artistic sisters did design

Fine murals that extended down the halls,

In crimson, mulberry, celeste and wine.

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Gold leaf we did apply around the edges.

Squares of obsidian we set like tiles

Upon the wainscots, pilastrades and ledges,

According to the most exalted styles.

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New carpets were imported and emplaced,

In shades of fuchsia, russet, plum, maroon.

With geometric patterns they were traced,

With undulation, damascene, festoon.

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Outdoors we planted scarlet poinciana

Already fully grown, conveyed by vans

Leviathan, and clusters of banana,

And bird-of-paradise and massive fans

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Of ravenala everywhere were seen.

Tree ferns and horsetails and polypody

And maidenhair, in all the depths of green,

Were tossed as if by serendipity.

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At length, all did conform unto the rules

Bequeathed us from our ancientest regimes,

E'en earlier than Ulv's, who in our schools

In century 934 meseems

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They teach o'er a much smaller Ung held sway,

But he won Peokólo's hundred cays,

A mini-archipelago today,

In Ungonesia, in the southern seas.

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Our foundress, Mevandólia, did flourish,

Oh, circa century 833,

Back 20,000 years, and she did nourish

The seed of our Defdefan legacy.

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Defdéfa, Carvanílli, Tantakóram,

Sambákang, Armalíssa, Osh, the six

That made the empire's sacerdotal quorum

Would bear the seal I hereby do affix.

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My business in Piljandar now complete,

I did return to Osh and there enrolled

Five hundred nuns to settle in that seat

Of piety, in habits to enfold.

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This took some months, then once again I flew

By mini-jet to Mwálgoic Island, where

A twenty-mile runway came in view.

By maxi-jet I could fly on from there.

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This trip was twenty thousand miles through heaven.

Nya's mean diameter is o'er eighteen.

Circumferentially, it's fifty-seven.

Specific gravity is low, I ween.

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Despite the planet's size, acceleration

Produced by gravity is as on Earth.

Our weight is more by just a wee gradation.

A barrel of black gold has equal worth. 

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Year 416 had just been ushered in.

My persecutions and peregrinations

Had torn me and had worn me very thin.

I longed for holidays and for vacations.

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But first there were the passions of denial

Our faith prescribed for certain days and years.

Each nun must fast or undergo a trial,

And demonstrate her faithfulness with tears.

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Each nun's superior thus makes the choice

Of what the nun will sacrifice or suffer.

The nun herself is silent, has no voice.

Superiors oft cosset.  Some are tougher.

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As abbess of all abbesses in Ung,

I didn't have superiors at all.

But Ajinblambia her scepter swung,

Deciding whereunto my lot would fall.

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Our lady Monarch showed herself resourceful

Devising the ordeal that I'd endure.

It left a lasting mark, an ímpress forceful.

It was bizarre and balmy, to be sure.

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Around my waist she locked a metal band,

Around each wrist a metal bracelet too.

The waistband had a socket for each hand.

Each bracelet had a plug that went into.

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A laser light-curtain was at my door

And would not let me through unless the plugs

Had been stuck in the sockets just before.

However, if I'd placed them in the lugs,

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I could pass through and step into the hall,

But once I'd reached the hall, I couldn't pull

The plugs from out their sockets, not at all.

The bond between them was complete and full.

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Just by returning to my rooms might I

Remove my wrists and free my elbows then.

If I stayed out, however I might try

I couldn't loose my arms and hands again.

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My arms akimbo, days for me were hard.

I'd walk the palace with my trumpet sleeves

Afloat in both directions half a yard,

As if my mantled shoulders had black eaves.

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I couldn't open doors or hold a cup.

I couldn't draw a drape or light a lamp.

If I sat down, I couldn't get back up

Unless somebody grabbed me by my guimpe.

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Akimbo sixteen hours a day, I found

My arms would fall asleep like lengths of lumber.

Each arm with every other I'd confound,

Not even quite remembering their number,

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Till that, at last, at nine, I was permitted

To go back through my light-curtain and door.

Inside, now that my sin had been remitted,

I'd have eight hours of freedom, scarcely more.

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I went about for weeks, my arms akimbo.

I felt so idiotic and absurd

That I had been committed to this limbo,

My arms like wings of an anhinga bird!

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But that was just a prelude.  There was more.

The Vrikshaya a 'goblet' had contrived.

This was an artifice that on the floor

On robot wheels could roll till it arrived

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Whithersoever haply she'd decide.

The goblet's base consisted of a disk

Of brass, two inches thick and three feet wide,

So heavy that there wasn't any risk

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The artifice collapse or capsize could.

Six wheels were underneath.  Above, a post,

Or column, if you will, erectly stood.

Two inches' thickness, height two feet at most

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Made it as rigid as a clipper's mast.

Upon the post, the goblet's bowl was mounted,

Long-leg brass panty-girdle, stoutly cast.

To metal mesh or grillwork it amounted.

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The girdle hinged.  Its lap could come undone.

The inner side was lined with velvet crush,

In tufts on rubber foam.  If anyone

Should sit therein, she'd feel the padded plush.

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The Vrikshaya commanded me inside,

Then shut the hinges of the girdle's lap.

The waistband snapped around me.  If I tried,

I'd never it be able to unsnap.

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So I was seated in mid-air, my legs

Just kicking awkwardly, like trunks of trees

That swivel o'er a trailer full of eggs.

The girdle left me free below my knees,

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Till Ajinblambia my ankles clasped

In two brass rings fixed to the girdle's cuffs.

They too were padded, lest my legs be rasped.

In fact, they were adorned with lacy ruffs.

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My habit's skirt she then did let fall back

Around the disk.  There cork, a strip, was glued.

To this she with black pins my skirt did tack.

Disk, bowl and post no longer could be viewed.

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For all the world, it seemed I merely stood

Wherever I should happen for to be.

No one could see, nobody ever would

Surmise my legs were doubled under me.

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Remote control enabled our fair King

To rotate me or roll me where she'd chosen,

But once I got there, certain was one thing:

I couldn't leave, for all intents there frozen.

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Embarrassing it was, when in a crowd

Of courtiers, guests or servants I'd been placed,

And smiled as sweetly as my state allowed,

That, unexpectedly, away I raced,

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Or started gyroscopically to twirl,

Beginning slow, then turning fast and faster,

Till like a plane's propeller I did whirl.

You'd think that I was headed for disaster.

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How could I possibly explain my spin,

My pirouette?  Was I a ballerina?

Incredulous, the crowd would gape and grin.

Was I a skater in an ice arena?

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The passions of denial closed at length.

I was spared further such indignities.

Relaxing for a while, I gathered strength

To concentrate on my benignities,

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Communicate with others in our order

And correspond with letters writ by hand.

I'd play my harp, my lute or my recorder,

Or shuttle in my loom a woolen strand.

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Sometimes a cup of chocolate i'd sip,

Or nibble at puff pastry, leaves of palm,

Or biscuits of brióche bring to my lip.

How 'twas delightful, tranquil, placid, calm!

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But suddenly the news broke out, on Mli,

Where Shándra still as Queen of Vávlu reigned,

That Líscarn, Vrandz and Shwéa, kingdoms three,

By Ufzu'd been annexed and were retained.

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The annexation had been swift and gentle,

But convents must be built now on the scene.

The structural precedes the transcendental,

On Nya, our planet, as on Earth, I ween.

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I couldn't help, when first I heard these news,

Exclaiming, "Oh, my goodness!" shedding tears,

For I remembered Carvanílli's mews

And war with Vrandz erupting in those years.

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I was reluctant to return to Mli,

Aboard a spaceship, Photon VI or VIII,

And to appear in Vavlu, or go see

Yon Qábjang Stadium or Vórnda Gate.

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Queen Zípsi still ruled Shwéa's lands, thou hark'st?

We'd gotten on right decently, I'd say,

When Ojojónia and Ólofarcst

And I'd put down our module one bright day.

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That was in year 389 or so.

With Nrip and Vmic and Vabg, we three traversed

The gorges, indigo where rivers flow

Amid pinaceous and taxaceous hurst.

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That was the time when Oa took us captive,

Demanding that Queen Udi pay a ransom.

I proved less versatile, much less adaptive

Than I'd supposed.  My conduct wasn't handsome.

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Well, anyway, with Zípsi I'd rapport,

As I would need since that which I would crave,

When I stood that tall Monarchess before--

Permission for a nunnery--she gave.

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It was felicitous that Shwéa lacked

Religious orders, nunneries and fanes,

For simpler was establishment, in fact,

Than supersession and transition's pains.

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In rugged Qábjang, town of the frontier,

Where people roasted meat beneath the sky

And split-rail fences stood afar and near,

It was agreed an abbey I might try.

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So Qábjang Cloister would be number seven

Among my nunneries all in a row.

A thriving convent would be fair replevin

For losses we had suffered long ago.

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Huge rusticated boulders served as walls,

And logs, placed viga-like, did rafters' chore.

You wouldn't barefoot walk along our halls,

For knots and splinters jutted from the floor.

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In Shwéa, furniture consists of furs

Thrown randomly before the hearth, a table,

Some benches maybe, if a guest prefers.

A house there might be likened to a stable.

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Our Qábjang Cloister was as rough and rude,

With ten large rooms whose walls were six feet thick.

Our vestments were coarse linen, crooked, crude.

Our lamps were blazing torch or candle's wick.

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For meals we had agáric, turnips, yams,

With jerky, pork rind, pigeons or jerboa.

On rare occasions, they would slaughter lambs,

Just as when thence I'd gone to visit Oa

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With Ólofarcst and Ojojónia

In a contrivance Shweans called a spider,

That swam broad rivers, chopped scammonia,

And hurtled over ridges like a glider.

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Some Shwean lasses entered in our ranks.

One Sister Rwa, after indoctrination,

Was made the acting abbess, mostly thanks

To lack of others for this new vocation.

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It was agreed that Sister Shalvanétti

From Carvanílli periodically

Would come to certain all was right and ready,

Inspecting everything methodically.

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This new intendancy enabled me

To travel in a hovercraft to Vrandz.

No runway did exist.  I couldn't see

Another way to cross so many lands.

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Would Émshcro'ans be hostile, I did wonder,

For that they were a territory now,

That Shandra'd torn their sovranty asunder

And stood as captainess upon their prow?

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If that was so, it surely didn't show,

For people there were full of fun and mirth.

You couldn't find their likes where'er you'd go,

Not here on Nya, I wager not on Earth.

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Bright carnivals and pageants daily held

Drew throngs of thousands.  Dancing, singing, games,

Amusements, entertainments swelled,

As breezes rang with myriads of names.

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In my entourage were three other nuns.

Their names were Lóiva, Ámpinaz and Shcli.

Of all our thousands, these three special ones

Had chosen and were qualified for Mli.

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These ladies were all beautiful and blithe,

As gay as geese, as jovial as jays.

Their graceful habits draped o'er forms as lithe

As any I had seen in all my days.

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The Emshcroans adored them, gathered 'round

To hear their catechisms and their hours.

They'd fall'n in love, new préceptresses found.

Conversion was as quick as plucking flowers.

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The citizens themselves were not at fault

For the invasion of year 402.

It was King Enk who'd planned that mad assault,

But he was dead, and fairer breezes blew.

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Queen Mer-Elícsi did succeed Enk's wraith.

Now Vrandz became a gynecocracy.

This governance comported with our faith,

For less are bloodshed and hypocrisy.

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Queen Mer invited us to Íbsho Villa.

She too was taken with the merry sisters.

A banquet had been set.  Sprigs of vanilla

Did prick forged frogs that bulged with golden blisters

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In crystal jars on tablecloths of lace,

And chairs upholstered iridescently

In crewelwork and bargello stood in place.

Admirers came and went incessantly.

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Mer offered pheasants, partidges and quail,

With onions, capers, rice and aubergines,

And there were wine and cordials, punch and ale,

Of course with bread and butter, fruit and greens.

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Études, sonatas and divertimentos

On violins and harpsichords were played.

Queen Mer distributed gifts and mementoes.

Conversing pleasantly, for hours we stayed.

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Our thrifty regimen we'd set aside one day

Lest we offend our hostess, not partaking.

By rights we should some litanies soon say

For stoicism thoughtlessly forsaking.

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Amid these fair festivities, however,

We had a perfect opportunity

To introduce our precepts, which, as ever,

No one abandons with impunity.

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I shan't explain the precepts point by point.

So doing would require another ode.

The Sun as deity do we anoint.

Life's gold's extracted from that solar lode.

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Forsooth, geography, geodesy,

Geology compose our total map,

Itinerary of our odyssey.

They are the theater where all things hap.

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We don't expect that heaven or that hell

Awaits us after burial and death.

When tolls the clapper of the final bell,

No longer will we breathe breath after breath.

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Our prayer is but soliloquy we know,

An hour of wistfulness, a minute's hope.

We seek salvation as we build and grow

Superb civilizations broad in scope.

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We needn't manage hospital or shelter,

For Ung provides facilities like these.

These hospices do not rise helter-skelter

Or fall pall-mall with failed economies.

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For ages they have stood both staid and stable.

They don't depend on mercy or insurance.

They're comprehended underneath the label

Of government's and commonwealth's assurance.

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Queen Mer-Elicsi to our credo hearkened

For sev'ral hours after we'd been fêted.

Eventually, however, heaven darkened,

So we four sisters took our leave belated.

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With evident approval she had listened.

Of course, her kingdom, Vrandz, was not an Ung.

'Twas not a land where tow'ring cities glistened.

For Vrandz's backwardness, her hands she'd wrung.

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She therefore heartily encouraged us

To found new nunneries on granted lands.

She wanted furthermore that we discuss

Direct liáison linking Ung and Vrandz,

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For, at that time, relations were oblique:

Vrandz was but part of Ufzu, which was part

Of Ung.  Queen Mer more unity did seek,

An artery descending from Ung's heart.

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She knew of my familiarity

With Ajinblambia and Udi twain.

She would that I sue them for parity

Of Vrandz with every state where they did reign.

155

Queen Mer's request was very reasonable.

I promised to present it to the throne.

It surely wouldn't be thought treasonable,

E'en if our King should not this thing condone.

156

That meant I'd have to hurry back to Nya,

Returning to Mecnita on a rocket,

To call upon our lady of éclat

And post Queen Mer's petition on her docket,

157

Then back again to Vrandz, for to continue

My own expansionist activities.

I'd stress each tendon, ligament and sinew,

Ascending, as it were, acclivities

158

That rose before me as we won the moon,

Enriching Ung's ubiquitous regime,

But we had dinar, talent and doubloon

To spend to realize our lovely dream.

159

My gravest problem, though, still lay ahead,

Now that our Ufzu's subjugating yokes

Had been imposed on Líscarn's bovine head:

How Hénnamarn I'd punish for her jokes.

160

Shcli, Ámpinaz and Lóiva stayed in Vrandz

To build an abbey on the Nárni River.

I tried to stanch secretions of my glands.

I own I with anxiety did shiver.

161

For Hennamarn was prophetess malign,

And oracle satanic and demonic,

Who'd tortured me in year 399

With cruel amusement and with glee sardonic.

162

I'd sworn I'd ne'er reveal her evil tricks,

And even though the tables now were turned,

My conscience, with its needles and its pricks,

Kept me from swearing warrants she had earned.

163

Instead, I would attempt to change her thinking,

Exacting neither punishments nor fines,

I'd have her quit the potions she'd been drinking

And hark our canon's paragraphs and lines.

164

My musing and excogitation idled

When news of new developments arrived.

A suicide in hopeless wrath unbridled

Had taken place in Vornda, all unshrived.

165

For Hennamarn, apprised of Liscarn's fall,

A double draft of strychnine poison drank.

From this she had expired, so shroud and pall

Invested her forever, cold and dank.

166

How great was my relief!  I wouldn't face

My pérsecutrix in her sanctum eerie.

This meeting would have been like targe and mace,

A deadly duel, a confrontation dreary.

167

I'd been upon the point of my departure

To cross the Tswárfal Mountains, full of game,

Where there are many a hunter and an archer,

Where many a marksman and a bowman aim.

168

The Tswárfals jut between the two dominions,

'Twixt Vrandz and Liscarn.  'Cross them I must go

To get to Vornda, Liscarn, where her minions

And Hennamarn had caused me grief and woe.

169

Now I postponed the trip.  It wasn't canceled.

In Vrandz I left the sisters in black veils,

So I could travel back to Eldor, Spranceld,

And all Mecnita's gardens, hills and dales.

170

Some time thereafter I'd go back to Mli.

I'd shuttle astronautically once more.

For now, though, for vacation, I was free.

A season's relaxation I'd in store.

171

I packed my weeds and relics in portmanteaus,

And flew to central Eb on Photon XII.

There I'd uptake my pen and write my cantos,

E'er mindful that posterity would delve

172

Into the records and the histories

We'd leave for their enlightenment and glory,

Into the secrets and the mysteries,

The hidden acts and chapters of our story.

173

I write this epopee in Nuu, the tongue

We speak--I overstate--galactically,

But it's official in all parts of Ung.

Our universities didactically

174

Disseminate its lexicon and grammar.

In English too to write it I'm enabled,

Howbeit I may hesitate and stammer

While translating this document i've tabled

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For your perusal and your approbation.

Across the megaparsecs I have beamed

The gist and tenor of its frank narration.

I use technologies you've never dreamed.

176

We live a hundred fifty years at least,

Sometimes two hundred, often even more.

At sixty, we're still young.  We haven't ceased

To blossom.  We're still strong and getting stronger.

177

In year 420, then, I can expect

Another century for to survive.

I have eight nunneries, so, in effect,

My abbacy does marvelously thrive.

178

This autobiographic canticle

Describes my many contretemps and errors,

My trials with Hennamarn the mantical,

And Mbambo, with her onslaught and her terrors.

179

Then Jessamina drew on me a knife,

And Karamela made of me a maid.

Rijarli jailed me, sought to end my life,

And Oa swore she'd kill me unless paid.

180

Not least was Ajinblambia herself,

Who tore me from my spouse's breast and bodice,

As if I'd been a pygmy or an elf

And she had been a heroine or goddess.

181

Then there was Olezconia the First,

The abbess I'd succeeded as the Second,

Recall that once upon me she had burst.

With my contumacy she'd sternly reckoned.

182

I'd had with Barti and the other girls,

Embarrassments diverse and various,

As when, in Kshaddi, I had had mad twirls

Tied to a Maypole.  Nought nefarious,

183

'Twas but a joke.  Each joke must have a butt.

That was where I stood out, apparently.

I feel these silly scenes should not be cut.

The total tale I tell transparently.

184

Despite these misadventures and misháps,

With Ajinblambia, our lady King,

A hundred years' rapport should now elapse.

She is the supernova whom I sing.

185

I have my peace with Olezconia.

Defdefa has a statue of her newly,

A lovely piece amid begonia,

Wisteria, hydrangea and patchóuli.

186

She's still alive, residing in seclusion.

She sits on her verandah there to nibble.

In her gunpowder tea, a mint infusion

Or just a drop of honey will she dribble.

187

She'll write a note upon a paper scrap.

She keeps a pen and pad not very far.

A little board she places on her lap.

This serves her as a mini-escritoire.

188

She faxes me the note, or in the screen

Of her own vision phone the note she places.

She also has a scanner at the scene,

And so the note unto me always races.

189

These notes are my agenda, my instruction.

Thus with a word or two, she founds a church.

She merely writes.  The labors of construction--

A stream to ford, o'er an abyss to lurch,

190

A horde to govern, savages to rule,

To sail the Vloshca, far away on Mli,

To plaster cells or renovate a school--

These Olezconia entrusts to me,

191

For I am but her fingers and her hands.

She is the word, and I the deed thereof.

My hormones are secreted by her glands.

Wherever I may be, she is above.

192

With Ajinblambia, our lady King,

Enjoys the abbess solidarity,

They almost always seek the selfsame thing,

Scarce ever does arise disparity.

193

To many who read Óbscont, it may seem

That I'm an innovatress, pioneer,

A prima donna high in Ung's regime,

But this is all illusory I fear.

194

I'm just a puppet or marionette

Whose strings are held in those two ladies' fingers,

A spray of lavender or mignonette,

A peony whose fragrance faintly lingers

195

Among the folds and drapĕry of their raiment,

Like to a corymb on a cherry tree,

Or, on a pussy willow, like an āment,

Howevermuch does Óbscont make of me.

196

You know the overstatements made in journals,

Where newsphotos of me are daily carried,

With editorials where truthful kernels

To silos of hyperbole are married.

197

Greater Mecnita's sev'ral hundred million

Thus use my name--that is, each of the three

That I've been known by as I've ridden pillion--

In household phrases venerating me.

198

First I was Vocno Ganven.  Then I changed

To Sister Rogizlenia when veiled.

When through the nunnish dignities I'd ranged,

I would as Olezconia be hailed,

199

Adopting both her manner and her title,

As well as her high station and her name.

This all began that day when I did sidle

From off the road where I and Udi came

200

Defdéfawards, disguised for to escape

From Plúbac and from Jílndij's stiletto.

I tripped.  A sister seized me by my cape.

Of this Ennunment, this is the libretto.

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