Boudica in the shadows

I was happy with being unhappy the way things were.

Existing on eggs & meat

with the occasional organic chocolate bar.

I raised the giant light bulb I stole from the Pop Art exhibition

on my 70th birthday,

standing on one of the portable full-length machines

(noticing it was unplugged & unattended)

& trying to not lose my balance.

GET THEE HENCE!

Return to your dignified echo chambers

with your legal formulas, checklists & ventriloquism!

Return to your dignified echo chambers

with your legal formulas, checklists & ventriloquism!

They looked at me.

LET THERE BE LIGHT!

They looked at me.

When I said, ‘Let there be light,’ I saw Boudica in the shadows.

She had traveled a great distance.

She carried some kind of lantern or 3-dimensional illumined manuscript.

I climbed down from the machine.

She said, ‘You should drink chicory coffee.

I’m a shadow of what I was.

You should ride with us.

Is the water safe to drink?’

A flame flickered in her ear and disappeared up the ear canal.