The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake: Part Thirty-Three

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Three Just then out of the arboured portals of the hotel emerged the wily woman Clad head through bent back to toes in black silk bulging gown She thread her way through free-flying curses to reach Darling Dears There the Arabic she picked up through sucking Maghreb rivers overflown Now stood her in secret stead to hoodwink jasmine band of Dears : The Chief had to warn Robo-Cops not to succumb to their lures For such sacrilege could in an instant flare Jihadi fires So he bade Robo-Cops to keep to the rear with their gears The Chief of Staff (CS) took things into own hands to set up SCCOO : Supreme Crisis Council of Operations to lead succour Moved relief Robo-Cop contingents on to the playing fields Along the swimming pool and sealed off the hillock’s back door Moved heavy artillery on Prefecture hump overlooking mosque Authorized overlake Bastille Day practice flights at dusk : Fighter planes’ red-white-blue smoke streaks drew gasps from assembled crowds And gave the Franquist woman in chador chance to sneak in mosque While some Faithful steeped in Maghreb prayers shook in fear inside The wily woman murmured under burqa state of the mosque divide The Chief (C ) wanted her to approach the muezzin’s tower steps : « Nothing doing ! » she spoke into micro : « All sealed cordon-tied ! » © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014