I'M Scrapin'
I'm scrapin' the marrow
I'm scrapin' the marrow from the
splintered bones of my last hero
Sustenance
Flecks of sustenance as I cower
Cower under this shelf
This outcropping of old white guy
Trepidatiously I peer out at a
Skynet world
Shadow governments
Shady leaders
Populations being winnowed
Pared back by progress
There was a time (and I remember this time) when it was said "Man will never walk on the Moon"
And now when it is said "Worldwide famine is impossible"
I ain't so sure
Weavin'
Weavin' the sinew of my last hero
Weavin' a cord
A sling cord
Need a pouch
Here's one
Need stones
Here's two
A guy once told me "You have to give a bit of yourself to the effort"
I understand that now as I sip from the skull top cup
of
my last hero
Copyright © Nick Pierce | Year Posted 2015
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