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| 'The Progression', David Ho © |
we spent our early lives
on the outer planetoids
from nurseries in dim light
to raucous training realms
powered by cosmic wind farms
the day time sky
was mostly Summer midnight
in Earth's Northern hemisphere
a gloaming tilt-a-wheel
of dust held
in long stabs
of fallen star light
we were carrot-ed
with a return to Earth
a return to the place
we all thought and were taught
that we came from
we were garrot-ed
by bate and switch belief systems
and as such grew
to distrust instinct
and to depend wholly
on our plugged in
surveillance enhancements
but some of us knew
we had read old books
that were kept away
by mad men and women
in shacks built
from old shipping containers
outside the facility walls
yes, some of us knew
crumbs in the woods
are there to be
eaten by crows and
the rain throwers
the re-populaters
the glass house vindictives
the stoning crowds
the teeming orgies
of more please
yet, we gave ourselves
a most human thing
we gave ourselves, hope
that we could circumvent
the transport systems
and be able to regain
our divinity
most of us never read
the Pied Piper of Hamlin
or Hansel and Gretel
and never understood
the graffiti painted
on the shacks outside
"birds eat bread"
"adulting makes one dead"
and it was just as well
life in a cyborg factory
made living, hell
so we would
hold out our palms
press them against the tiny porthole windows
praying for Pandora again
praying to feel
praying, praying
preying
the faces
we made
trying remember
what it may have been like
to be
human
humane
bones, flesh
and souls
in the rain ...
EJR ©
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