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

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Five Chief of Staff commandeered the Lake Restaurant and Sailing Club Setting up mass long-term cuisine facilities for Robo-Cop Turned Swimming Pool amenities into canteen facilities Took over the now vacant Lycée class-rooms as rest-room club As someone said within ear-shot: “He has bouclé la boucle!” Added Galapago Rani: “He sure runs a tight ship schedule!” Chief Executive called him up: “I can come for seven hours.” “Sir, best to stay put: Never know what’s between now and next poll!” The drones and sound-barrier blasts of fighter plane practice runs Have died down in the distant swan-song red-eyed horizons And Maghreb prayer for the Faithful was drawing to a close When the now less-than boom-voiced Commandant edged by entrances Seeking to confront the Holy Mullah with the Writ’s purpose Black-beaked Bernache geese stretched sleek clarinet necks to hoot opus: The Lake’s sacred even-song anthem bidding one and all adieu As the wintered Sun still majestic drew woollen curtain cloak close CS ordered check-points to be set up at short intervals In the Robo-Cop five-strong ring round the Mosque’s exit portals Lest the “Miscreant Poet” sneak out in chador black by night: Dainty Robo-Cops were rushed in to frisk chador-clad mortals! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014