EDEN (Existence 2)
The dome cover, glowed a cold-hearted red
and the siren’s sounded of brutal warnings.
The citizens all knew what that meant!
Thirty years had reached its peak in ‘Four
Sector’.
Today was a day, that appeared as usual.
No celebrations would gloss this day either.
She lifted her head and wailed, "Change
this accursed law."
But the silence returned to her was deafening.
Nobody would listen. Nobody cared…. Only of
self, important.
Two hundred ‘others’ reached thirty
today also,
every year sharing this day…. Dreading this
era…..
They joined her at the ‘wall’ in their
home sector
It was standard procedure. No immunity, no
candles.
While she and the others prayed, cursed and cried,
the executioner groaned and proceeded with duty.
At one past midnight, a part of the dome was
thrown open
and they were left to inhale; they’re
poisonous death…..
Then he tallied the group for the
‘morrow’s ‘Five Sector’.
As the leaver released and the section closed
shut
all became silent once more, within the city
‘Eden’.
The twenty nine-year-old executioner, knelt and
prayed………
TeAnne © June 18. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV
program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen
'Logan's Run'