A Night in the Museum

I was attending a meeting  
hosting a keynote speaker  
whom I did not know  
   
During the presentation  
the internet connection was lost  
and I found myself sitting    
next to the speaker  
discussing potential options  
for a better connection    
   
A fundraiser was suggested  
while he politely asked  
if I was a Sociologist    
   
At that time, the host  
a gangly old man, obviously  
frustrated by our discourse    
abruptly blurted out:    
   
"We don't use oracle cards here!"  
   
I thought, what an odd statement  
obviously aimed at tarnishing  
my reputation  
since I didn't have a deck on me  
   
Suddenly I was in a futuristic museum  
aside a lady just shaking her head  
at the display—  
a 3-D representation  
of the bible  
and every place it had been revised  
by man, rather than translated  
from its original language
   
Yes, man  
who made sure women remained silent  
about such things  
   
Yet, something confused me—  
Worms  
   
There was a cord  
from each aforementioned verse  
high on the wall  
connecting downward    
to a particular worm  
squirming in the dirt floor  
   
I decided to research    
the worm  
discovering there were 27    
biblical verses about them  
   
And of all,  
this struck the most:    
   
But God appointed a worm    
when dawn came the next day    
and it attacked the plant    
and it withered ( Jonah 4:7 )  
   
I smiled, and realized  
that the cords symbolized stalks  
attached to the blooms of each verse  
and the worms were busy    
destroying the roots    
   
But as a worm's mouth is small  
it will take time  
to wholly devour the lie  
putting asunder patriarchal control    
   
Standing next to me in the dream  
I glanced at the woman in the museum  
as she glanced back at me
   
We both just smiled    
without one word    
   
Because, silence and all. . .