Oh deserted desert highway
nestled dark and dusty
under new moon’s light!
The game is up!
Oh great, red shark
whistling softly in your flight
through dry and dreary neon night!
The game is up!
Oh dullard generation
stricken cocky and careless
in drunken, doldrum plight!
The game is up!
What mush-head scourge
hath befallen
the hallowed house of They?!
What poor and wretched fortune
hath set Them apart
between marble and hay?!
Foul folly! The game is up
for Them and for They!
They, the dreamers,
problem solvers and idea keepers.
They, who take fact from fiction
and fiction from fact.
They, the children in heart.
They, the running readers.
They, the show and tellers.
They, the thinkers,
technicians, philosophers and teachers.
They, the learning builders
building learners.
They, the off beats
who defied the mush-head scourge
on telescopic magic carpets.
They, who play with fire.
The game is up now,
and they’re on the run.
Plagues of the mind defy the defiers,
spilling over and out
through wrinkles in time.
Woe unto them
who surrender to mush!
For I am one in they
as you are one in they.
They are you,
and you are me,
one in all, together.
About the Author:
Bryan C. Henry, dreamer born on the California bay, child of Earth, student in debt to N.Y.U., English speaker with an English major, literature seeker, jungle walker, urban hiker, imagination enthusiast, globetrotter, storyteller, true believer, aimless wanderer with sights on adventure.
