A Distant Drum Roll
We stand in full regalia
In solemn ranks under the sun,
All mindful of the same idea,
Our duty clear, we cannot run.
Though fear may gnaw inside each breast
No outward sign will brave men show.
What painful inner doubts attest,
We grit our teeth, let no one know.
The line stands firm, as each awaits
A distant drum roll, marching feet.
What lies beyond those stony gates?
Our victory, or grave defeat?
But hark, the drum roll beckons us
The rigid line begins to move
In quiet wonder, no more fuss
It's time for valor now to prove.
The gates are open, we approach
With heads held high and manner cool.
Our courage is beyond reproach.
We start the year at our new school.
* Across from my office window is the school where all 5th and 6th graders in Shaker Heights go, leaving their familiar elementary schools behind. Every year, I watch as the brave new 5th graders wait in line for the opening bell.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Excerpt: Ragnarök (apocalyptic scifi)
Excerpt: Ragnarök (opening scene)
“Don Newton ragnacked last night. Closed the garage door and turned the car
on. I can’t believe it.” Ken stood in the sunny kitchen, telephone
still in his hand, forgotten in the moment.
Carla shook her head, looking dismayed but not terribly
surprised. “Irene must be so upset. I’ll give her a call later.”
“Don’t bother. Don
left a note. Irene ran off with that
piano teacher who’s been giving lessons to their daughter, Marcia. What is the world coming to?”
As if he had to ask.
Everyone knew what the world was coming to, and even when. The mother of all asteroids, estimated by
scientists to be six times bigger than the one that killed off the
dinosaurs. The astronomers called it
Asher-Lev 14, but some joker had nicknamed it Ragnarök, and the name
stuck.
Within days, the name spawned its own vocabulary. Rag off: run away from your spouse
with a new lover or old flame. Ragnabber:
person who ransacked and looted to get things he or she had always wanted. Ragnack: take your ending into your
own hands.
“I don’t get it.
Three weeks to live, why kill yourself now?” Ken stared at the phone, which had started
beeping, and slammed down the receiver.
“I understand it.” Ken
could barely hear her. Carla leaned against
the wall as if she couldn’t hold up her own weight. She stared out the window at Lucy, playing in
the back yard. After a silence she continued,
“It’s the waiting that’s so bad. Waiting
and knowing what’s going to happen. Lucy’s
the only reason I keep going, wanting her to have a last few happy weeks, but
watching her… She’s never going to get
to grow up.” Carla looked at Ken with
tear-streaked eyes. “She’ll never have a
first kiss, or go to Prom, or have a baby of her own. She’ll never know any of that.”
Ken crossed the small kitchen and put his arms around
Carla. While she cried, he murmured
reassuring words he didn’t believe. Mostly,
he tried not to shake. A couple of times
a day, he found himself shaking uncontrollably, unable to cry, unable to do
anything. As Carla’s sobs subsided, he
turned her to face him and said, “We need to get out of here. Take Lucy and get away, away from all the
craziness.”
Carla shook herself free, not angrily, but with
determination. “You know we can’t do
that. We can’t leave your mom; she’s too
sick to travel, and she won’t leave her church now—she spends most her days
there, praying. Besides, Lucy needs to
be near her friends. This is all
confusing enough for her.” She wiped her
eyes and put on a resolute, if lopsided, smile.
“Lucy’s not going to get a whole lifetime, but I’ll be damned if she can’t
have a few happy weeks of normal childhood, or as normal as I can make
them. Besides, maybe the experts are
wrong. Maybe this is all a big mistake.”
Ken tried to smile, but couldn’t. “Yeah, maybe it is.” He knew it wasn’t, and she probably did as
well, but why push the issue? There were
plenty of doubters, or had been when the news first broke on the internet.
A couple of Chilean astronomers blogged about the asteroid,
and nobody would have paid any attention if not for the U.S. government’s
ham-handed efforts to deny the rumors.
By the third Presidential press conference in a week denying the reports
and expressing simultaneous complete confidence in the U.S. military, everybody
knew. By the time the President admitted
the truth, the internet was overflowing with evidence. Somebody even set up a live astro-webcam at
the Mt. Hamilton observatory in California.
Watch your doom approach in real time!
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