Oh What A Piece Of Work Is A Golem
Posted on December 21, 2009
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By Karn
Oh, what a piece of work is a golem!
How noble, in reason!
How infinite, in faculty!
Meaning, the golems created to be so.
You know.
Because some of them are mindless.
In form and moving, how express and admirable!
If they have two legs.
In action, how like an angel!
A copper-leaf angel, perhaps.
Copper-leaf angel.
Remember it?
You may sacrifice this goodly frame the Earth to it.
It grows larger.
Right, from Prophecy.
In apprehension, how like a god!
Actually, this can be a problem. Once, like a god, I made Memnarch the ruler of all Mirrodin. Soon, under its majestic roof, fretted with golden fire, Mirrodin was a sterile promontory.
Oops.
I lost all my mirth.
The beauty of the world!
The paragon of animals!
Well, they’re not really animals.
I mean, I was made in a workshop.
But a paragon!
I can lift like six tons.
Can you? No.
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?!
Dust!
Yes, dust.
OK, tin, and brass, and maybe some rust.
Oh! “Quintessence of rust”! I should have just said that. That would have been great!
Anyway.
Ahem.
Golems delight not me, no!
Nor woman, neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so!
Oh, aha, we were thinking the same thing there!
That’s right. Naughty! You have a dirty mind, I see.
OK, yes. Woman does delight me. I was built that way.
It’s true. You pull this lever, here.
Go on. Pull it.
They do not love that does not show their love!
That’s right.
I told you! What a piece of work, huh?
Karn is a correspondent for The Magic Lampoon.
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ah, as a fellow poet, I do enjoy such marvelous writings.