I'm scrapin'

I'm scrapin' the marrow

I'm scrapin' the marrow from the
splintered bones of my last hero

Sustenance

Flecks of sustenance as I cower

Cower under this shelf
This outcropping of old white guy

Trepidatiously I peer out at a
Skynet world

Shadow goverments
Shady leaders
Populations being winnowed
Pared back by 'progress'


There was a time (and I remember this time) when it was said "Man will never walk on the Moon"

And now when it is said "Worldwide famine is impossible"
I ain't so sure


Weavin'

Weavin' the sinew of my last hero

Weavin' a cord

A sling cord

Need a pouch

Here's one

Need projectiles

Here's two


A guy once told me "You have to give a bit of yourself to the effort"

I understand that now as I sip rainwater from the skull top cup
of
my last hero