legendarium:poems:stream_of_consciousness
A stream of consciousness by Jem
- Inside a rock, far out in space
- The dark assassin hid her face
- Deep in shadows, called us in
- talk of hope, a live meeting
- Her bullets ripped through flesh and bone
- The first hot sign of changing tone
- Then lasers, spells and bullets flew
- Her arm shot off, her weapon too
- She surrendered then, to no avail
- Our trust in her, was much too frail
- we sent her on to her last end
- to us she was a deadly friend
- But time has passed and questions rise
- as we return to open skies
- a construct framework still remains
- bereft, bereft of thinking brains
- not just that, completely bare
- the hole is blown clear through to air
- and empty head with missing eye
- returning life, not worth a try
- But does a soul now wend its way
- To meet a maker, and hope to sway
- That being’s judgement, from on high
- Questions remain, where, how and why?
Note: Jem is a spacefaring hippy/new age mystic and poet. He almost killed by an android assassin, who was executed after being disarmed. It was the first violent death of a sentient creature that he had seen first-hand and up-close. Now he has to process that ….
legendarium/poems/stream_of_consciousness.txt · Last modified: 2023/07/22 23:19 by johnb