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Draped in blood, we die bloodlessly
for we chose security over science,
and now we run beneath the not-blue sky.
Talismans held in front of them,
dowsing rods to child gods,
lodestones for sentient clouds that need
to understand how humans work.
Every first contact is our last.
A light blossoms, a flower opens
within our chests
till we are cinders within
a sack of sparks,
only ever last names.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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There are certainly some fine mages here, and a story. Can't quite figure it as part of some other story (religion? war in the age of drones?) but on its own terms it could be the kernel of a science fiction novel.
I'm seeing the sky as gray - what color is *your* sky?
Probably missing a reference, but very involving regardless. Thanks!
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Hey Duke, I was going for Star Trek. The science fiction conveyed.
Thanks!
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On first read I took this as a commentary on the politicizing of Covid. (especially in the context of Texas) This read admittedly may have been influenced by my own prejudices, and so I Googled "Redshirts." I'm a fan of Star Trek, so I was surprised I hadn't heard of it. Now I can't help but read it as a Star Trek metaphor for the politicizing of Covid. (especially in the context of Texas)
(07-22-2020, 03:50 AM)Todd Wrote: Draped in blood, we die bloodlessly
for we chose security over science,
and now we run beneath the not-blue sky. it's mostly these first 3 lines that nurtured my interpretation
Talismans held in front of them, this for me is an abrupt jump from "we" to "them" (I don't know who "they" are yet)
dowsing rods to child gods,
lodestones for sentient clouds that need clouds presents interesting options here
to understand how humans work.
Every first contact is our last. I think First Contact may be a proper noun and need caps. I may be wrong.
A light blossoms, a flower opens
within our chests
till we are cinders within I feel like "cinders" was subbed for "embers" here. If so, well done. If not, still well done.
a sack of sparks, this is a great line in any context.
only ever last names.
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There! Knew I must have missed a reference.
When that meme erupted, all I could think of was... hey, I'd be OK in *Scotty's* red shirt.
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