On the first day
An inconsequential man
couldn’t be less emphatic.
By the kindest people’s standards
he might as well be dead
slept for fourteen weeks
then woke up in his bed.
Sits up, folded at ninety degrees
arms in the air, mouth wide open
sucking up the dust like
a whale shark sucks plankton.
He sits there until the sun gives up
waiting for something unknown
unstirred, at a perfect right angle
his joints forgot what they were for.
You’d doubt he’d ever change his ways
but he might.
On the second day
His body starts to move
listen to the creaking and clicking
as he unlocks his unremarkable
skeleton, a stalk of oxygenated blood
And muscle. The whole vessel revives.
Brain and body ready to fuck the world,
kill it, or at least run away from it.
“I am the UNMARLED man.”
Gets out of bed without making it
leaves his boring flat
marches down the street
with that UNMARLED look in his eyes.
Finds a large Government Building
sits down in front of it, at a right angle
hands in the air, goes sharky again,
mouth sucking in the urban particulates.
7 times worse than smoking a cigarette
but for the moment he does not care.
Leers at the receptionist through the window
as she rummages through the files
on a Government Computer.
Unlikable security guards appear,
in their serious Government Uniforms.
Can’t get a word out of him, so they pick
him up and throw him down the road.
He freezes, everyone thinks he’s homeless
but soon he will be revived again.
On the third day
Creak, creak. Ventricles fire UNMARLED blood
through the arteries, the UNMARLED Man
gets up and plunges through the market
leg after leg, looking like he wants it.
Battering through the bodies, the perfect skittles throw
crashes into a melon stand on purpose,
Melonskulls crushed and split on the cobbled
market floor with the labels and pieces of cardboard.
The melon man is not angry, but intrigued.
“Look at me. You are now UNMARLED.”
And with that the man sat on the floor,
90 degrees, arms, mouth, shark….
“Come with me. Bring your melons.”
They walked through the market
dumbfounded faceless civilians.
Nothing was said and all eyes stare at the UNMARLED,
The crowd step back, giving them their
own path, like they were war-lords
returning from a long and historic victory.
On the fourth day
Outside the Government building
the UNMARLED sit, this time- with melons.
Sitting together facing the glass. Unmoved.
The receptionist lady sighs, she can’t find her file
so she sits down at the desk, sees what’s outside.
Realises she’s UNMARLED, switches her
computer off at the button, and wanders out.
Joins the pair, and sits, like them,
With melons, becoming them,
staring through Government Glass.
The security guards don’t last long,
They throw their ID badges down the drain.
After hours, the Original UNMARLED man turns to
all, and cries “we are the UNMARLED, throwing Melons!”
and with that they were thrown, they smashed against
the building, melon flesh and water falling down the panes.
The siege lasted 9 hours. Melons were restocked faster
than they could be catapulted and thrown.
The building defaced, humiliated, crying melon juice tears.
The UNMARLED growing in numbers, faster and faster.
Men, women and children of UNMARLED.
On the fifth day
It’s all getting out of hand now.
A scruffy man, desperate, losing the will to breathe
arrives at the automatic doors, hands up,
He’s practised his speech, he greets the UNMARLED
falls to his knees. “Let us go! You can have our building!
Please! I am unmarled, just like you!”
The UNMARLED did not like the way he talked
the way he dressed, the way he moved, or his face.
“This man is not UNMARLED. Show no mercy!”
they stoned him to death with cantaloupes,
stampeded over the body, and bundled through the doors.
Government Bodies pleaded to be spared, but
All were torpedoed and rocketed by the watery fruits
(it takes a long time to kill somebody with a melon)
and cast from the windows, to be discarded in the rivers.
On the sixth day
After the fighting and the capture of the building,
the original UNMARLED man, washed the melon off his
clothes and climbed the stairs and stood on the balcony
facing the thousands of UNMARLED. All sat at 90 degrees
hands in the air, mouth open sucking in each other’s
UNMARLED breath. As he began to speak,
the flag of the UNMARLED was pitched on the roof.
“We are the UNMARLED men, women and children.
We have taken the building
we have taken the city
we have taken the GOVERNMENT,”
It couldn’t have been less spectacular.
On the seventh day
Nothing but, absolutely nothing but
Nation of the UNMARLED.