wee_ginga_yin
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Walter emerges from the fallout shelter.
An old poem given a new kick.
A Wee original.
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Robot,
Knocking on the bomb shelter door;
And his hovercraft hummed in the silence,
On the edge of the molten core:
A syborg flew out of the air vent ,
Above the above the robot’s head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But the door remained shut to the Robot;
No eye gazed from the portal hole
No data scan was made from his red eyes,
Though they burned as bright as coal.
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
No one came to the door of the shelter,
To listen to the words he had spoken
white noise crackled in the static
no one was there to be awoken:
Ay, no one heard the roar of the engine,
Or the the sound of steel on stone,
With a tick and click of the bomb door opened,
When the roar of the engines was gone.
An old poem given a new kick.
A Wee original.
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Robot,
Knocking on the bomb shelter door;
And his hovercraft hummed in the silence,
On the edge of the molten core:
A syborg flew out of the air vent ,
Above the above the robot’s head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But the door remained shut to the Robot;
No eye gazed from the portal hole
No data scan was made from his red eyes,
Though they burned as bright as coal.
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
No one came to the door of the shelter,
To listen to the words he had spoken
white noise crackled in the static
no one was there to be awoken:
Ay, no one heard the roar of the engine,
Or the the sound of steel on stone,
With a tick and click of the bomb door opened,
When the roar of the engines was gone.
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