The Resurected Woman
I weep, I weep, I weep;
And volunteer for long term Cryo-sleep.
If in five hundred years’ time
I am full and in my prime,
He and she will be but a dream
Imprinted upon the wall by my last scream.
At the dawn of a new day
Five centuries are dewed away.
A butterfly, I will uncurl
Open the lid, the tubes unfurl,
And over a planet I will stand
Earth’s dream at my command.
Originally published:
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 85, January 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM85COMP.pdf].
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
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