story
The Die Has Been Cast
bright and shiny red
cut in juicy slices,
devoured
easily.
Flashdrive memory
gorged on knowledge
handed down
in the fruits of our past.
Justly chosen-
Kept for only those who
look for its fragrant
memory.
Novelly reminded that we are
on a handcar speeding down
past Orpheus on his
quest for something already lost.
Racing to join all those before us,
straining those who wish to claim
that which has been left
untouched for generations.
Veneer paper thin,
worn around the edges.
Xerox dreams of the past.
You laugh. Call us
zealots.



