Ali Baba and the Forty Capitalists


Ali Baba and the Forty Capitalists


I’m sure I spotted

Ali Baba

At the waterhole—

“Coffee Cathedral”


“If I’m not mistaken,”

I declared.

“You’re Ali Baba,

Aren’t you?”


The suit

Was rather misleading.

And where,

Are your forty thieves?


Had they been dispersed?

What had they become?

Resented, perhaps

A fault of their leader?


It cannot be

That you are he,

The real

Ali Baba!


Betrayed, I began

To turn aside

Onto other matters,

When, eloquence:


“Alan Barber now;

But, I am delighted

You have encountered

My former work”


Perfect white dentures

Trimmed beard

In a goatee, impossible

A lick of grey.


Some scarring, yes

But, where is that

Vicious energy, that

Barbarism from afar?


“Where are the thieves?!”

I blurted out,

Having been stunned,

Into silence.


“Alan Barber and

Associates: Finance

And stock specialists.

Here is my card.”


Ali Baba and

The forty Capitalists:

Exotic images

Minced and mangled.


It was disgusting

A tragedy of utterance

What Ali Baba

Had become.


© Iain Sutherland, 2014.
Header: (Click here)
Featured: (Click here)

Disclaimer: Any advertisements displayed on this page are done so without my endorsement and approval.


18 thoughts on “Ali Baba and the Forty Capitalists

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s