Forgotten Realms of The Mind

~ II ~

II
the spirits of a dying race
call out
screaming to be set free from earthly
boundaries of life
longing for the everlasting joy
and comforts of the final resting place.
for we move to another life
like a ravenous caterpillar
that 'dies' to become the splendid butterfly
like a fallen angel in retrospective order.

An enchanting array of harpoons
spartans en masse on the grounds
killing
and willing to be killed
opposing futuristic-looking robotic machines
abolishing representation
the final result: a future where survival will be 
a folkloric fantasy