StarCat/CatStar

ahhh Genius! how we wait for you, how your little masterworkers wait for
you….And if it comes to be that the men who had led us on to suffer the
World through its labor-pains after a new Creation had deceived us, and
did not care if the rest of us were merely 10,000,000 heads stuck on
cottonwood pig poles, and they turned out to be egomaniacs as it was with
Lenin, Trotsky, and Stalin; Mao, Castro, Pol Pot—I don’t know where the
list ends, so I will stop….We would not become docile and stand to be
murdered, we would have their blood in an instant. Take a man in the
character of Chairman Mao, we would break into his home: whatever
palatial residence he had chosen for himself in the revolution’s aftermath;
we’d snatch him from out of his bed, drag him—in a rough-sewn sack for pig
feed—to a freshly constructed mausoleum in his honor, where we would
enamel his corpse then buckle him into a egg-white centrifuge that would
spin for eternity, the sound of spinning able to be heard outside the
mausoleum walls by bicyclists and strollers.
All of the pieces fit; surprise, truckers are the Elect.
Hear me well, the revolution will be mobile, and there will be no
stopping it.
Author bio: Kevin Maus is a summa cum laude graduate of the University
of Minnesota and an MFA graduate of the New School. He works as an
over-the-road truck driver but is currently expatriated to Mexico City, in
avoidance of the soul hobbling cruelty of another winter OTR. His work has
appeared in Gone Lawn, Dogzplot and other journals.