Descent! Poem by Michael Kersting

A future possibility.

3000 A.D.

The misshapen caveman slept

And dreamt of flying machines moving to and fro in

The sky. He heard sirens blaring

Screaming people, with expressions of stark terror,

Etched on their faces

Running hither thither for safety

As tall steel-glassed structures

Crumbled, destroying all beneath

He saw a vehicle hurling towards him

And he awoke with a piercing scream that echoed

Through the cold, dank cave

And wondered where the dream came from

Later that day, as he was on a hunt for food, which

was very scarce

He kicked over a rusty metallic object lying in the

burnt out grass

Taking it up, he looked at the strange markings on it

turning it around and about in his hands.

Being unable to read, he threw it away in disgust

And continued on his hunt.

The markings read in a faded script:

Donated by the Red Cross Society USA

20 / 5/ 2050.