07-Feb-2001
Well, better to post this than nothing. ^^;; I feel so out of the loop... ah, woe is me.
Hee hee-- the conception of this piece is due heavily to a single individual. For privacy's sake, let's call that individual Kwyck S. No, no, that's too obvious: K. Sylver. ^^ (Points to anyone who can tell me who I stole that line from, specifically.)
This is "Howl"-esque, so if you despise Ginsberg, don't even bother.
I pictured this from Treize's point of view. He's one of my favorite characters, but I never write much from him. It's a little depressing, I suppose; Treize reflects on war and battle (and I'm sure the subject matter is *reaaaallllly* surprising to you... ::hangs head::).
Enjoy!
I heard them screaming in the bellies of machines,
bleeding for a madman's dream.
I saw them evaporate, disintegrate, crumble
in evangelical flashes of light that blinded the converts and shook the unconverted.
They mouthed dogmas of ammunition like hungry babes,
suckling breasts of artillery and digesting manic orders.I saw them lapse into neat lines of subordination, minds wiped clean
of separate thought: they were hooked up in a neurosystem of electric pulses
that made up their heartbeats.
There was no distinction from uniform to uniform, their minds naked
to the Greater Cause; they themselves were insignificant masses.
Their resolve melded into an ambient consciousness, and they could not shake the wires.I saw them die in heavenly bodies,
I saw graves among the stars and celestial beings,
I saw the Sun implode and orbits falter with the death of a single man,
I saw the universe sucked into the black hole of itself.I witnessed the explosion of humanity,
scattering shrapnel like sharp tears on the strata.I saw futility and I saw hopelessness,
reckless tenacity dissolving into bewilderment as their detached minds
vaguely comprehended their status lines of singular existence.And then they would die, their fleeting grasps on
juxtaposing physical planes faltering,
minds numb with the shock of choice.
The End
More space to ramble! Yes!!
Anyhow, this came out of thinking about the collective consciousness of war. Because I sit around all day and think about such morbid things, of course.
Jay