Preserving the Myth

  
Carruthers cleared his throat  
took a sip from the large mug  
of chamomile tea on his desk  
and began  
He worked feverishly into the night  
his most ambitious project to date  
translating the newly discovered  
Sanskrit texts from prehistory  
smuggled back to England  
from the cave in the remotest region  
of the Hindu Kush  
What he learned set his blood racing  
and the more he read  
the more his spine shivered  
He worked on  
until dawn seized upon the chinks  
in the curtains of his study  
and the last of the stars  
had vanished like weary ghosts  
There could be no doubt  
no mistaking the evidence  
the absolute  
and incontrovertible proof  
was staring him in the face  
God was an alien  
whose space ship had crashed  
when primeval Earth  
was populated by inferior life forms  
who were seeded  
using advanced technology  
to become the homo sapiens of today  
But would the world ever be ready  
for the truth that could signal  
the end of all religion  
with belief systems overturned  
after thousands of years  
The consequences could be catastrophic  
Without hesitation    
he understood what he must do  
Carruthers gave a long heartfelt sigh
then carefully gathered up  
every remnant of crumbling parchment  
spread across his desk  
walked slowly to the bathroom  
and flushed them  
away