They've been coming hard and fast
I'm trapped indoors and can't go out
The world is following my example
The air around me is stale with cigarette smoke
The water tastes metallic
I haven't shaved for two weeks
Coz there's no point
Nobody out there you see
But even in the midst of this early apocalypse
As Nature, the mother we wronged
Has her revenge
Human beings are surviving
We are telling each other stories
In my dreams, I see a cat come
Down from an unknown mountain
He sits before me
And speaks of Anansi
He weaves a web of suspense and romance
Sometimes his tales are funny
Sometimes they are sad
But he is nothing short of a Messiah
Come to us from an unknown origin
He speaks of better times
And we believe again
Every night he speaks
Every night we listen
And that, my son is what tells me
We will survive this
The Bilge Master
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