The New World

Before us is a meat platter
Ham, beef, turkey, sashimi, crocodile and deer
Everybody is chatting excitedly
Picking away at the food
A smooth female voice is on the intercom
Repeating the same information
“Upon docking please queue in your designated line…”
“Your line is assigned on your e-ticket…”
“Please enjoy the complimentary beverage and food…”
“Brought to you by Bridging Enterprise…”
“Where our goal is to successfully bridge the gap…”
“Between humanity and life beyond…”
“Ensuring your well being and harmony in the new world…”
Everybody here came alone
As part of the contract
A balance of all types of people
The lady next to me told me she was a bus driver
Been single for ten years
No children
Our ambassador is sitting in the exclusive box
Watching over us
A tidy looking man
Deep in conversation on a fancy phone
It is almost time
The ship looks like a giant octopus from afar
Tentacles made from a glistening metallic like material
Music starts playing
Some classical concerto
The landing is extremely gentle
The main lights dim as multiple exits light up
My line is straight ahead
Two young males like me are already there
The one in front of me says
That we are about to be given the grand tour
Of what we have been calling ‘The Caelus Ship’
The room ahead is dark with a neon glow
We have been told to gather inside
Wow
We are all guys in here
It is just silence
Waiting for the pod to move
Like an elevator
I can hear a hissing sound
The pod is filled with a gas of some kind
I am asleep
I am awake
On a conveyor belt
Yellow eyes are everywhere
My clothes are gone
I am hounded with noise
Machinery
Screams
I look to my left
A man’s neck is cut
With a guillotine like contraption
The head falls down a chute
The body moves along
Oh god
I am next
Please

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Linger

The glass is too cold in your grasp.
The bartender asks about your day.
It started much like any other day.
You aren’t sure what day it is.
What month it is.
You stopped remembering things like that.
You’re too old to be wasting your thoughts.
It’s hard enough to remember what she looked like.
You lie to the bartender and tell him it’s a good day.
He asks what your plans are for the weekend.
You know where you’ll be.
Forty-two Marlborough street.
You tell him you’re visiting someone.
He smiles and tells you to bring them along to the bar.
You say you will.
You finish your whiskey quickly.
Eighties trance music fills the room.
You know this song well.
The bartender says he can change the music if you don’t like it.
You tell him to turn it up.
The song transports you back to your old place.
In your yellowing kitchen.
You grab her and dance.
You tell her you love her and you mean it.
The bartender asks if you’d like another drink.
You say you’ll have two more.
You ask the bartender if he’s in love with anyone.
The bartender shakes his head.
You tell him he’s very lucky.
You finish your drink and begin to leave.
The bartender calls out that you haven’t touched your last drink.
You tell him that it isn’t yours.