Thirteen Voices
IV. Scientist
I have no excuse for my long silence on this story seeing as I've already got ten of these buggers written. Though only six typed.
Anyway, this is the poem from Vexen's perspective. It was pretty easy and fun to write because I love Vexen a lot (that goes for all the basement trio).
Have they forgotten?
The others--us first six, the select, the Elect--
Have they all forgotten?
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Were we not all scientists once?
Did we not labor side-by-side, elbows locked in geodesic patterns,
Sharing the same lab, the same research,
The same thrill of discovery?
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Yet now they all mock me,
Snicker behind hands placed sideways like signposts.
Taunt me with calls of "Failure!", "Don't you have better things to do?"
"What happened to the past experiment?"
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As if they don't know--scientists all!
It's never perfect the first time.
Mine--ours--is a precise craft,
Honed to a point finer than a needle over time, over many trials and sharpenings.
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But never matter.
I am confident in my lab underground,
Away from the moon's garish light,
Breathing patterns of mist in the chill air,
Bent over the miniature worlds of petri dishes.
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I preside over my secret kingdom.
Aww, poor Vekky-chan...I appreciate what you do!
I don't know if any of you have noticed a common thread running through all these poems...in fact, I was wondering if I should retitle it so it has more to do with the various Nobodies' reactions/opinions on The World That Never Was.
Again, all reviews are welcome. ^^