I'm scrapin'

[Nick]

I'm scrapin' the marrow

I'm scrapin' the marrow from the
splintered bones of my last hero

Sustenance

Flecks of sustenance as I cower

Cower under this shelf
This outcropping of old white guy

Trepidatiously I peer out at a
Skynet world

Shadow goverments
Shady leaders
Populations being winnowed
Pared back by "progress"


There was a time (and I remember this time) when it was said "Man will never walk on the moon"

And now it is said "World famine is impossible"
I ain't so sure


Weavin'

Weavin' the sinew of my last hero

Weavin' a cord

A sling cord

Need a pouch

Here's one

Need stones

Here's two


Guy once told me "You have to give a bit of yourself to the effort"

I understand that now as I sip rainwater from the skull top cup
of
my last hero