The Message

20,000 Hands reached that foreign land
But they only touched a dream
Words were different then
He was cold again
Much too soon
It was obscene

The message was clear
That he laid down with his hands
To dead mindless embodiment
Of humanoid wax

Remember me

Ripcords pierce the sky
Fallout. All I love
They were waiting to be received
All of their minds
Were tuned into one mind
It was so terrible to conceive

40,000 Feet march out the exit door
Left purpose perfectly trite
And when they hit the streets
Their minds went blank again
They were searching for his name