Little Did I Mean | The Beginning


              The air swirled up from the hot pavement and whirled through white rimmed tires. Radio speakers crackled and broke across the nation. A man spoke over the ebbing static,
              "To those who can hear me, I say..."
              Housewives and students turned from their work, standing at attention to the Unseen Man. Housewife, yes that's what she'd been before... Before wherever she'd come to be. Someone else's yard. Someone else's shed. Yet a crackle in the blue sky crashed over the Housewife. A big brass band triumphed for the last of those not paying the Unseen Man mind.
              "Greed has poisoned men's souls."
              A car carrier roared through downtown encapturing them all for a moment. Two hundred people marched onwards, their signs flapping upwards. The street was their stage for the day, the signs were their costumes. How would the people downtown, the housewives, the students, how were they to know that the marches legacy, that their stage and costumes would end in flames that very day? Could the Unseen Man have known?
               The brass band, with trumpets blaring, herald the Unseen Man as the Housewife ventured towards the dark pink tulips that did not belong to her and nor did she to them.
               "I'm sorry... But I don't want to be an Emperor, that's not my business."
               An echo from a memory finished his sentence. Downtown people strained to hear what it was. The marchers carried on, unaware of their fate.
               "You're part of the past." A siren called.
                Housewives and students turned over their shoulder mouthing the echo to each other. What could she mean? Does the Unseen Man know? The Housewife looked over her own shoulder, someone was watching her under blue skies yet no one was there save the Unseen Man's voice.
                "I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone, if possible. Jew, gentile, black man, white."
                His singers dreamed a little but it wasn't at all like the Siren's call before. The Siren had disappeared. Yet, still, the marchers carried on and the Housewife tried to find herself.
                "We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery."
                Dreaming little hardly did the world any good, the Housewife thought as she peered down at the lone pale pink tulip among the garden.
                "We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world, there's room for everyone. The good earth and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful... But we have lost the way."
                Another murmur of a siren's dream stirred the radio waves much to the displeasure of the people downtown.
               "We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. How our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and we feel too little."
                A saxophone serenaded the silent nation. The roaring of the highway dimed in comparison of the Unseen Man's singers. Housewives were left to ponder over thoughts students had only begun to fathom. Could it really be?  The Housewife flickered by the rope tied tree, And what have they developed for me? Have I succumbed to greed? Was I ever clever? If only the lone Housewife knew where and who she was she could answer the Unseen Man. A car sat still downtown, not a single gear willing to move. The man inside stared at his radio, the one he had been inching to remove and replace with the one his brother had installed in his own car.
               "Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world. Millions of despairing men, women, and little children. Victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people."
                The Siren rumbled in agreement or to argue. That was left to debate. The exit towards downtown grew crowded as marchers enshrouded each other, the spark of the debate swelling.
              "Do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but that passing of greed."
              The singers dreamed a little. But what did they mean? A voice radiated through the radio and the man and his car that refused to move vanished. The crammed street, however, did not seem to notice as the lights turned green and wing-tailed vehicles flew by, all headed downtown. The Siren spoke in her muted tone yet the singers drowned her out.
               "The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress, the hate of men will pass, and dictators die. And the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish."
               The saxophone returned to soften the threat that many who were listening did not catch, yet there they sat, in their cars, on their kitchen counters, at their cafe tables, waiting and wanting more from the Unseen Man. The Siren's call grew louder yet they couldn't hear her not when the Unseen Man shouted;
               "Soldiers!"
               Housewives, students, and the people downtown all wondered aloud if they were the soldiers the Unseen Man called for. Could we be? Should we be? As they wondered, the marchers' throng grew heated under the fiery shouts from all sides. Who was right and who was wrong? Were they the soldiers? Was it to matter when in a moment they'd all be burned.
             The Unseen Man's choir fought to keep their dreaming as the Siren pushed her voice through the wires. They'd have to hear her somehow. Right? And the Housewife, where was she? Back and forth yet nowhere to be seen.
             "Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men! Machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle! You are men!"
            The Siren's voice almost broke over him, yet the Unseen Man pushed further on.
            "-You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate- only the unloved hate. The unloved and the unnatural."
           Could there be such a creature, such a human that they were transformed into these wicked unloved and unnatural beings?  Was I one of those creatures? The Housewife wondered. The singing dreamers let the world consider and absorb this as the leaders of the marches joined their comrades, dressed respectfully so.
          "You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful. To make this life a wonderful adventure. Let us use that power! Let us all unite!"
           All the Housewife could do was stare at the island of hyacinth with a bee landing on each bulb as his voice consumed her. The highway was near empty, most people and their transportation had thrown themselves downtown to listen to the Unseen Man. The marchers were a sea of heads. If there was enough of them, if they shouted long enough, if they stood long enough, if they bled long enough, would they listen? Would they drop the bombs anyway? Many had a choice to leave and go downtown, turn their radios on and listen to the Unseen Man. No. They wouldn't, couldn't, do that. They had an opportunity to say their mind and by their rights, they damn well were going to try.
           The Housewife decided the green chipped paint of the shed needed her attention. The shed is the way. On the near-empty highway, the car that had disappeared reappeared. The man was driving far too fast and far too far. Where was he going? He was supposed to get a new radio today. The dreamers sang on, little by little, as the car continued its unnamed plight.
            The demeaning and deplorable marchers, as they were coming to be known to the authorities, stood and spouted their wants, their demands. Some for peace, some for war. Peace was cried the most, yet war broke out. Five persons were arrested for disorderly behavior. One was dragged off. What had he done to warrant that treatment? It had to be something wholeheartedly dreadful. He must've been a Machine Man, like the kind Unseen Man had described. Yes, yes that had to be it. That's what the papers would say in the morning. That's what these marchers were, of Machine Mind and Machine Hearts.
              "Soldiers! In the name of democracy, let us all unite! You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful. To make this life a wonderful adventure. Let us use that power! Let us all unite!"
             Housewives, students, and the people downtown cheered as the dream singers reigned their praise over the alleviated Unseen Man. The Housewife tried her hardest to return to the shed when her world shook and she was gone.
             What of the marchers?
             What of the Siren?
             What of it all?
             That is a tale for another spring day my friends.





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