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by Allan Edward Tierney


  Millions wondering what life could mean

  He stepped into his AirJet

  And soared over it all

  All the fighting, competitive masses

  Caught in Mammon’s thrall

  Each fighting one another

  To grab the same resource

  Defeating each other with wit or guile

  Or if needed by brute force

  ~

  The Past

  The scene is of a golden dawn

  In the distance soft birdcall

  All around the dew is sparkling

  In serene peace begins it all

  Quiet eyes greet the horizon

  Brown eyes and bodies both

  Absent of guilt and fear

  Of greed or sordid oath

  In a bond of happy laughter

  Which the hunt and plenty create

  No separation one from another

  United in common fate

  The Daeamevii held the seed

  Of all that was to come

  Twenty thousand generations of sharing

  And twenty to make us numb

  ~

  The Future

  In the pod all was silence

  While below all was noise

  In a cacophonic continuum

  On the edge of eternity poised

  There were a million sources of news

  And ten trillion opinions heard

  But less truth known than ever

  Though few truly cared

  Vernon now reached the Outpost

  A hundred kilometers square

  This was the machine which would travel in time

  Nuclear fusion would take Man there

  The checks and procedures were done

  And he stepped into the Dock

  He seated himself before the viewscreen

  And the green-numbered digiclock

  For Vernon the countdown progressed slowly

  Right up to the final hour

  When all systems were primed and ready

  When the taste on his tongue was sour

  Then came the final moment of “Go!”

  He was flung headlong into time’s stream

  Gazing helplessly forward

  At the visions of a seeming dream

  For moments all seemed dread and dark

  Wars and threat had been everywhere

  The factories churned out acrid smoke

  And so few seemed to care

  Then, the grey buildings that soared to the sky

  Reversed and came tumbling down

  The skyline, thick with yellow smog

  Began to clear toward the dawn

  The black cloak of the very air

  Began to thin, lighten and shine

  Traces of green began to appear

  And on the horizon fir and pine

  He gazed at the screen in amazement

  And then looked at the flashing display

  What had read 3,000 a moment ago

  Now read 2,000, to his dismay

  This was not as they had planned

  The speed was much too fast

  The fusion network was under strain

  As he flew headlong into the past

  Strange lines appeared upon the ground

  And all the SkyPods were now gone

  Even the strange metallic ones

  That flew slowly across the sun

  He saw people walking on the ground

  Parks appeared where none had been

  He feared for diseases the walkers could catch

  As all around rose the green

  His eyes then widened to amazed orbs

  At the scene which greeted him next

  There was land where only city had been

  Broad plains now, no endless complex

  He had known a world where City was one

  A world undivided through instant travel

  The concept of all else was alien

  And he felt his mind unravel

  Faster and faster the figures flew

  In negative realms they were now

  -3,000, -4,000, -6,000 years

  As a line furrowed his sweating brow

  All trace of his City had now vanished

  And of the cities which had taken its place

  Now down the millennia was only open land

  And of humans not a trace

  -12,000, -20,000, -70,000 years

  Round and round the green lights spun,

  And began to befuddle his brain

  Oceans flowed and the sky flared red

  Mountains rose up and fell again

  -120,000, -250,000, -500,000, -750,000

  Mesmerized by the endless flashing scene

  He began to nod and drift

  The world in a state of constant flux

  Where all seemed to shift . . .

  ~

  He woke with a start and stared at the dial

  He could hardly believe what he saw

  Three million years and more had passed!

  He gazed at the passing flow

  There was a plain once more in view

  After each upheaval he saw

  Then suddenly a flickering figure

  Appeared and he stared slack jawed

  He slammed each and every button hard

  And in desperation smashed the screen

  The machine came to a halt much too fast

  As he died he heard a scream

  All the accumulated energy arrived

  And the future exploded in the past

  And everything and everyone

  In a thousand miles square took the blast

  In time it was over

  And the acrid smoke blew away

  All was once more peaceful

  This time to stay that way

  For not only were the forefathers gone

  Our line from then vanished too

  There would be no future for the human race

  And no time machine, it’s true

  A perfect loop was fixed in space

  An enigma within lost time

  The Earth would now never know of Man

  And you will never read this rhyme

  Grimbleweed

  Grimbleweed grimaced out at another grey day

  And gazed at his pungent socks in disarray

  Grim castle walls reflected each thought of dismay

  All was wasted, grim, empty, doomed to decay

  The snot hung from his grizzled nose and shone

  With a dim light from clouds rain-filled and wan

  His putrid, ragged cloak hung low, much trod on

  A gnarled ugly duckling who was never a swan

  A grim thought traced ragged lines ‘cross his brow

  Evil green teeth sneered all that venom would allow

  He’d show them all today. He’d show that proud cow

  No one would laugh. Not ever. Not now.

  Thin cruel fingers rubbed skin and cracked nail

  He’d see them all off to dark dungeon or to jail

  His schemes he’d loose and glory in each wail

  Spitting in faces that sought mercy to no avail

  His face then shuddered, cracked in a smile

  The first for many years which had graced that dial

  But a foul, ugly thing, not nice by a mile

  Ashen, warty skin all bloodlust and bile

 
He looked round his quarters for one last time

  His black heart lifting like fermented quicklime

  All would be made quite dead by his casting of rhyme

  And the Queen’s land killed by a creeping green slime

  He stood aloft on the battlements. He gave his last cry

  That all before him would now decay and die

  That not one soul would be left to give a last sigh

  As beauty all vanished as he brought its end nigh.

  Home In The Stars

  We laughed at the legends,

  it was a common thread

  in all our conversations

  as the ship onward sped

  We met each day at one

  to have an exchange of views

  A brief moment in time

  between our long work queues

  The legends were ever popular

  and ever raised a laugh

  No one truly believed them,

  well, perhaps one . . . but only half

  His name was Osrisa

  and he rarely spoke

  He simply sat and stared

  at the simpler folk

  We had been journeying

  for six whole months by then

  Across our galaxy end to end

  toward who knew what and when

  The legends said there had been a world

  we had once come from

  Ten thousand long years before

  within a global storm

  No one gave it any credence

  except for one, Osrisa

  It seemed so very quaint now,

  like the notion of a visa

  For three thousand years

  the League had been as one

  No nations and no difference

  between son and native son

  Twelve planets wide of ten trillion souls,

  a confederation proud and noble

  with a history strong and full of pride

  and a culture multiglobal

  So the idea of one small planet

  where all people lived in strife,

  separated and always fighting

  all their stressful life . . .

  Well, it seemed a total joke,

  something dreamed up to scare the kids

  A bunch of nuts competing madly

  in selfish power bids

  We laughed and laughed,

  no credence did we give

  to such crazy chaos and stupidity,

  it was no way to live

  But Osrisa kept his silence . . .

  About him not much was known

  He’d been a late arrival,

  no documents had been shown

  We approached the sector cautiously

  Slowdown took five days

  The screens were starting to de-snow

  and reach a clearer phase

  The stars began to sharpen

  and the darkness no longer blur

  Black dust clouds became visible

  and the crew began to stir

  Those frozen began to waken

  and provided some company

  For the so-bored crewmen

  they were pleased to see

  And so finally we parked in orbit

  around a small grey moon

  Our duty, to survey its partner,

  arriving none too soon

  Looking from our vantage

  the planet was in full view

  but densely covered in thick cloud

  so down to look we flew

  There were just four of us

  Zil, Than, Golx, Osrisa and the crew

  We’d stay for a week and survey

  and do all we had to do

  Below the clouds the land was bare

  and in the distance, our target hill

  We flew to its mist-shrouded foot

  and above the dunes we hovered, still

  On rotors we dropped to the mound

  and came together to make our plan

  Here were the ragged spikes we sought

  and from basepoint then did fan

  They caught their last glimpse of Osrisa

  as he sped fast to their right,

  talking avidly into his handphone,

  around a dune and out of sight . . .

  ~

  “Evidence of structure now revealed . . .

  Looking to see what is concealed . . .

  Scan indicates an entrance-way . . .

  Heading there slowly, removing decay . . .”

  “Within tunnel now, metallic, cold . . .

  Distinctly other, very old

  Dropping down much, much deeper . . .

  The angle is becoming steeper . . .”

  “Now plane leveling out in front . . .

  Metal doorway found, giving shunt . . .

  Passing through to larger space . . .

  Vaulted ceiling, cobwebbed face . . .”

  “Completely empty hanger found . . .

  My echoing footsteps, ghostly sound . . .

  Wait! A logscreen. Requiring power . . .

  Will it work? At this late hour . . . ?”

  “Yes, a trace . . . cells may still function . . .

  Will re-wire bypassing old s/ware version . . .

  Now the screen is flickering . . . I swear . . . it’s true

  Cam on . . . and now relaying image direct to you . . .”

  ~

  ((Flicker))

  “Ahh . . . . okay. It is today the twenty second of December two thousand two hundred and three at twenty two hundred hours seventeen minutes, twenty seven seconds. My name is sub-lieutenant Joe Mensch. If anyone’s listening to this . . . eh . . . I’m sorry, I’m no great shakes at this kind of thing . . . I can’t really do justice to what I want to say . . . sorry, not trained for it . . . What can I tell you? If you find this I hope you’ll wonder where we went and why. I really hope so . . . maybe you can find us and those we’re leaving behind and save us . . . I don’t know, what’s the good of this . . . ? ((sigh))

  Voice offscreen: “Hurry it up Joe! You’re needed on deck . . .”

  “Okay, okay . . .”

  “I don’t know what to say . . .” ((silence))

  “This used to be such a beautiful place . . .” ((tears))

  “All our history is here . . . it wasn’t all bad, believe me . . . we screwed up monumentally in the end I know . . . I’d have to admit that . . . It can’t be denied . . . not now . . .”

  “We’re not off on some adventure here you know! It’s no glorious exploration we’re on, like in the movies or something . . .”

  “We have to leave.”

  “The . . . heat . . . became unbearable . . . In the early years it wasn’t so bad . . . it was even nice to have a little more warmth and such in wintertime . . . you know . . .? But later when the food riots began when the Great Heat began to hit . . . and when so many died . . . .”

  “It will sound strange I know, but even such a time as that was almost nothing to what came later . . . . I’m sorry, I can’t possibly describe it . . . .”

  “We have suffered so much . . .” ((tears))

  “. . . And now . . . we few are leaving. Almost no one knows about it, about us . . . I’m sure they’d call us rats leaving the sinking ship if they did know. The people up there are desperate. They know they’re finished. It’s complete hell topside . . .”

  “I mean, we’re not in much better shape . . . How could we be? We are losing everything we’ve ever
known. And we’re going who knows where? We have such a small chance . . . Even if we find a place, it’s not going to be easy. It will be anything but easy . . . Everything will have start at square one. If we have the basics we’ll be lucky. But we will be alive I suppose . . . we will be alive . . . We will have lost everything and need to build everything again, slowly . . . an agonizing future . . . from scratch. There are no happy hearts here at that prospect. Maybe you can understand . . . I don’t know . . .”

  “Listen, I’m sorry . . . If there was someone here of a literary bent they could have told you so much more . . . But we don’t have anyone like that aboard for reasons you’ll understand. The selection process was the most rigorous ever put together. Our function is to be the mere seed corn of the future . . . if there is one at all . . . the tiny hope of our leaders that humanity can still survive. We can afford no passengers on this journey . . . on this last journey . . .”

  ((Urgently)) “If you can help us please. Please, please . . . Bring as many of the others as you can with you . . .

  “I have to go. ((sigh)) I wonder, I wonder who you are . . . .”

  ((Whispering softly, close to mike)) I shouldn’t ask this I know but . . . please, could you find Lori, my wife at . . .”

  ~

  Before the speaker signed off the screen

  Osrisa listened to the given address

  There were tears in both their eyes

  in that moment of distress

  Osrisa’s tears were still in his eyes

 

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