Rub out and start again.
“You did what now?
How many people?
You are kidding me right?
Stop there for a moment while I take this in.
This is going to need some time for me to digest.”
The shimmering hologrammatic representation of the Great One
sitting quietly – hands steepled beneath chin,
eyes half-closed, lips unsmiling and down-turned.
The holy scientists waited. It had taken many years to reach this point
a combination of gene manipulation and spacio-time engineering,
they could wait longer.
Many hours passed.
The image of the Great One was beamed
across the planet.
The biggest reality
on screen ever.
Eyes opened. Tears fell.
The lips parted.
The head thrown back.
And a scream –
across the universe,
As everything folded in on itself
the Great One said firmly,
“Let me try this again,
I think I can get it right this time.”
written in response to the Wednesday prompt at Writers Digest Poetic Asides BLog by Robert Brewer. The prompt being to write an interview poem.