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The
Hero by Ken
Shiovitz General Flask reviewed the
battlements, He scanned the troops below. Supplies were all in order, The attack was set to go. Artillery shone as crystalline, Solutions bubbled from the heat. Artillerymen in white lab coats Would fire and then repeat. Far below on an open plain, Troops encircled the gray Rock. Hats of olive, denim pants, Field guides, counters, and
clocks. Where had it come from, this
gray Rock, No impact crater shown? Appeared one day and downed a
plane At full speed into which had
flown. Intelligence gave little clue of What beyond the surface lay. No trace disturbance atmospheric Or abnormal geology. So General Flask cried out the
order "Charge into the
fray." Many a good man and woman Would fall from sight that day. Now far behind the active front, Private Bird raised his 'nocs
aloft. "Get a message to the
colonel Our funding’s to be cut
off." Assults waged on for many years, First wave was full wiped out, Likewise the eager second wave, All
found new jobs without. And Bird was walking backwards |
