Becoming The Muse

Martha’s Poem from Revival

We stood on two legs;
And raised our heads above golden grass;
He was there.

We sharpened stone and steel;
used tools to harvest grass,
beast and brother;
He was there.

We clustered together; In brick and mud,
Swarming with rats and plague.
He was there.

We built nations and mistrust;
Our fingers hovered over the red button;
He smiled.

But still we build to rise
above the golden grass;
away from the reach of his scythe.
For a day,
when he will harvest no more.

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Martha’s Poem from Revival Season 1 Episode 10 Finale