chapter ten – posterity

legs skitter. eyes glitter.
a million little robot feet, they move with a pitter
and patter. they chatter: here comes the queen!
she emerges from the dark in a flash of pale green

light. right, what a hideous sight!
deadly beautiful with a fierce underbite,
a trillion eyes, thighs that crush.
terrified and awed, your blood starts to rush

as you start to pass out.
the queen addresses you; she begins to shout.
she bellows with a force that cause a drought,
blow the rain away, and turn your inside out.
with a hideous snout, she says:

you are not the first, and you're not the last.
every single future turns into the past,
but not mine, for i draw no breath.
i'll call you stereo; you can call me death.

you search the gloom as you survey the room.
you come to think that maybe this place will be your tomb.
from the womb to the grave, life can be such a knave.
suddenly you see a glimmer from inside a cage.

the old man, beaten and bruised, he groans.
from his mouth he produces a single stone.
a final push: he hurls the stone with his might.
the bots swarm; with a terrible sound he dies.

horrified, you watch the stone fly.
it sails like a fastball straight to your eye.
you catch it, inspect it. it's dull, round, and grey.
he got it from the sliver of beach by the bay

where you grew up running from the cops in the rain.
a flash of memories overwhelms your brain.
you turn around, understand what to do.
the queen snarls, and she charges at you. you say:

stop. now i'm gonna explain
the future generation gonna sing my name.

oh, such clarity:
well you can go and vanquish death with that posterity.

stop. now i'm gonna explain
the future generation gonna sing my name.

oh, such temerity:
well you can go and vanquish death with that posterity.

confident now, you start to invoke the muse.
the queen stops now, puzzled, perturbed, confused.
the bots quake, uncertain of what takes place.
you let them know as you start to say

let me invoke the muse and infuse this hip-hop
with words that enthuse and then cue the beat drop.
gather round; i'll expound it forthwith:
it's the profound sound of stereomyth.

you hear a deep rumble. it thunders below.
your knees start to shake, but you continue to flow.
you speak in rhymes as you tell your own legend.
the volume in your voice surges up to eleven.

she twists and grates. the queen starts to break
as you feel the earth quake. you feel your legs give,
but your mind is awake.
you sing your own song for posterity's sake.
with a strength in your voice, you go:

stop. now i'm gonna explain
the future generation gonna sing my name.

oh, such clarity:
well you can go and vanquish death with that posterity.

stop. now i'm gonna explain
the future generation gonna sing my name.

such temerity:
well you can go and vanquish death with that posterity.

the queen screams in pain; her brain surges
and purges her memory banks. they emerge as
you grip the gray stone in your hand, held tight.
you rear back and launch the stone: it takes flight.

a beggar vagabond gray-hat, street-rat orphan,
you grew up poor and forcing situations,
and still you survive, and you'll survive beyond life.
you pass into legend. the stone smashes her mind.

a bright flash! she explodes like the death star.
you think to run, but you know you won't get far.
you stand calm. the cave turns to scree.
you close your eyes, and you think of the sea.