Date: Tue, 25 Feb 1997
From: bq669@freenet.carleton.ca (Cynthia Howe)

Hi,

Here is a recent poem I wrote in the character of Adama; it is first
person narrative; I was trying to imagine what Adama'a thoughts would be
like and well, here is my interpretation.

Please let me know if you like it,
Cynthia
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25 Dec. 1996

'Lore of Adama'

Alone in a silent steel walled room in my small flight to nowhere,
Life contained itself; I bear its unholy attack.
Looking out portside, the vipers gather out there,
Working to save the small remnant.
A bit of paper lay at my side; it said to let go and disarm.
But no, I must stay and fight; it is a harrowing situation indeed.
So where does all the liturgical pyramid poetry go?
Hopefully up the enemy's backside, for all I know!
The nerve; the shock, of such betrayal;
A betrayal that kept me lonely these past century-long nights,
When in space, all day is night.
The only light is seen after the lovely fair-maid's nupital,
Or within the Gracious Holy Tombs.
I am sick and weary of my forever-flight in darkness.
My heart is near striken; I think I shall pass out....
Hope nearly manifested itself in the charms of a starlit gentleman.
Knowing far-away-ways, he did, we all got tricked.
My child died before It, until the mysterious ship rescued him;
(so I've been told by his comrades).
Why do I run?
Am I still energetically young?
Or fearful of being caught in the heavens by a merciless foe?
God help me to see, feel and breathe,
For my people and I need desperate relief:
From the painful Destruction we all knew; to have been greedily lived thru,
Then you'll find our chilling testimonies behind you.

*finish*