New Calling
(sci-fi)
She had quit the complex
A while ago
A lay sister
“Mother” to the order
And the last one
Left
She had found a robe
Left by someone
Who had doubted
And she took
It
Wrapped it around her frame
Tightened the rope from which
Knots dangled
Then
Began her wandering
She needed shelter
Now and then
Sometimes finding a cave
Or what was
Left
Of a town
Sometimes hunched behind
A piece of wall that stood
While around
Hot wind or cold wind
Depending on the mood of Earth
Blew by
There was food
Mostly she tried to find
In
Nature
But would go with preserved things
If she must
She was no
Diogenes
She had no lantern
Though now and then
There was
A flashlight
She could use while the charge
Held out
And then the tube was
Useless
Unless she should need an abnormal
Straw
Now and then
Which she didn’t
She could make fire
She wasn’t looking for
The honest man
Another
Woman
Maybe
Other sister
From an order like her own
Another refugee
From ancient sanctity
In modern
Costume
Though regarding habits
And pardoning the pun unto
Herself
She practiced
None
No daily prayer
No minding
Of the liturgies of the hours
That she had often
Missed
Anyway
Due to exigency while
Mothering
The abbey
And now
She chose to
Ignore such things become
Anachronistic in
A planetary
Moment
In terms of humans gone
Mostly
She blamed men
Women wouldn’t do this
She had concluded
She didn’t look for God
For God must be
Allowing
Having let the world
If the human part alone
Go so far as to
Ruin
Nearly everything
And remove all company
Meaning
Companionship
So far
C L Couch
Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash
notes
lay brothers and lay sisters could and can take over practical concerns within monastic communities, while maintaining faithful identities avowed of their own
“none” would be another pun, regarding prayers at hours
of course, this isn’t real and isn’t prophecy (the future-telling kind)—rather Happy Hallowe’en!
space ranger God
so many
science-fiction futures
read sad to me
yet
maybe I know
why
because they are nearly
always
God-less
the meaning not mentioned
much less
taking part
in new creations
and inventions
comforting
again
our flaws
but gladdened by
the progress
humans make
it might be hard
to craft
too difficult
in fact
since we must invent
our future
stake our hold on it
come disaster
or a clean and silver form
of paradise
and how to say
there’s God in this
that God
pushed us in the spacecraft
that brought the first
to a new world
we instead
must
try to own
and have such bid for ownership
tested
and tried
by what we find
or whom we find
there
toward a final tempering
of us
that accommodates the cosmos
for the differences
we find
to mesh with them
at last
who we are
perhaps we fear
the role
of God would spoil the story
(the real story
too)
and so we play out
only ourselves
on new
planetary stages
and all the things that fly
between
smallest things
(like mustard seeds)
or
parsec-sized things
God might bide
at the launching pad
or well behind
like farewelling parents
waving kerchiefs
allowing tears
for those who leave
we shall not see
again
though
in fact
God sees
and might see toward the end
of our expansion age
how we have done
and what we’ve done
to be here
there might be
judgment following
of our accounting
then decisions
regarding more dimensions
multi-universes
to encounter
encounter serving as
the theme
maybe the most important theme
in sci-fi
and for all the real findings
it inspires
c l couch
Spaceship Earth
photo by Ronald Yang on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Partly inspired by “There Will Come Soft Rains,” a chapter in The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. This part of the story speaks to what is left of us. The chapter’s sad. Nonetheless I often think upon it.
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Sci-Fied
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Should the bombs fall
And I am atomized
And you
And the insects shall find
Nourishment
Not through flesh
(I’m atomized
so are you)
But through bits of trash
I had not the time
To take our back
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And shall the Earth survive
To have another age
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I remember
In the days of Strontium
We said we could
Destroy the planet’s crust
And so leave
The molten mass
The could heave
Or be
Settled down
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Nostalgia
For a future guess
x
The Earth might have
Its own
As it once held us
There could be bees
And flowers for the bees
Or something
For pollen
So that something could
Pollenate
And there be land
With flora
Feeding
And softening
What’s left of our platforms
For another age
Of Earth
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Arthropodic
Or could it be with feathers
Things that move
And have their being
Avoiding shadows
Form which
There used to be
Something in charge
Though now
The lesson’s different
This time
The arthropods
And feathered things
Have sentience
And speak gospel
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While the Earth
In its own way
We never got
Though it was there
Shall smile
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C L Couch
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Photo by Bernard Hermant on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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this was written to a prompt, requesting that we each write a flash horror story; I chose science fiction and verse
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The Haunted Spaceship
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How did it happen
Everything so new
It shone until it didn’t
Dials webbed over
Levers tarred
Footsteps on the ladders
No one there
A crew long dead
Remains reduced
To bones and ashes
What had happened
Smiles into cameras
Perfect launch
More smiles
Funding possibilities
Enhanced
First step into space
This far
To chase the satellites
That sang of Earth
Sending the best images
Of us
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So far away
Holo-communications
Brought them near
And we were glad to see them
The balanced crew
Representative
Diverse
And curious
Standing for nations newly
Treated into harmony
The fates of nations
Then
Riding along
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Voyager 9 had sent
A message as a surrogate
That said
Basically
Y’all come
X-y-z coordinates were sent
Along with certain helps
To make the journey
Doable and done
And so went
All Earth along
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And now a year or so
Into it
Passing a dark star in
Every way
Not foreseen
And then they started dying
Believing they were haunted
First
The ghosts in the machines
Entrails in food
Eyeballs in coffee
Someone did the research
On how to frighten Earthers
Locked in a ship
Passing through outer space
So far between worlds
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The air grew thin
According to the meters
Hallucinations thus enhanced
Even if they knew
They drew within themselves
And then took to each other
Unlocked weapons
Made their own
Attacked with nails
So well-manicured
Pretending claws
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The last two killed each other
There was no final message
The sun poured in
With unseen rays
Into chambers unadjusting
Atomizing everything
Except the ship
Become like consequences
Used to say
Of the breeder bomb
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A resource now
The Everest now rests
A peak in space
Of our adventure
It waits
Someone will come
From either place
Who knows
Or doesn’t know
What happened
And what happens now
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C L Couch
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Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash
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