Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 80.0: November 13th, 2007
...and Out
by Belinda Roddie
Urgent message. Very urgent,
Over. Cover’s been blown by city lights,
Over. The gladiator’s broken down our shields,
Over. Do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?
Copycat, repeating lines from a Beckett play – I cannot understand you,
Over. I could never understand you,
Over. I see the gladiator rising for the kill,
Over. There’ll be no time for us to celebrate today – Do you copy?
Do you follow?
Have you fallen?
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
Over.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since November 13th, 2007.
by Belinda Roddie
Urgent message. Very urgent,
Over. Cover’s been blown by city lights,
Over. The gladiator’s broken down our shields,
Over. Do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?
Copycat, repeating lines from a Beckett play – I cannot understand you,
Over. I could never understand you,
Over. I see the gladiator rising for the kill,
Over. There’ll be no time for us to celebrate today – Do you copy?
Do you follow?
Have you fallen?
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
Over.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since November 13th, 2007.
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