“Your brutes are still behind us,” he observed,
“and signaling to others we’ll soon meet.
You see them up there where the road is curved?
Can you interpret them, but stay discrete?”
Desiring not to validate his fear,
but certain that their motives were benign,
she flipped a switch to make a screen appear
that showed their talk in alphabetic sign.
“One’s daughter, please acknowledge,” they both read,
their voices slow and quiet as in prayer.
Then he deferred to her, and Esther said,
“Give us instructions, that we may prepare.
“Though we be mortals, who when dead
stay dead, and you are risen, all aware,
we worship you and humbly think our stead
entitles us to some small data share.”
Esther said: Reading the translation of the communications from the other carriers.
©2011 Louis A. Merrimac
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment