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Poem: "The Care and Feeding of Heroes" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "The Care and Feeding of Heroes"
This is the extra freebie for the June 4, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. I didn't realize, until after everything from that session had sold, that this was [personal profile] chanter_greenie's first time prompting. So I'm posting this as the freebie instead. It belongs to the Schrodinger's Heroes project.


"The Care and Feeding of Heroes"


Pat and Chris are in Waxahachie
shopping for supplies when a phone call
from Alex alerts them to the alien attack.
They fling themselves into Pat's car Scarlett
and Pat presses the gas pedal toward the floor.
Chris leans back in the leather seat
and trusts Pat to get them both home intact.

Hastily the team members arm themselves.
They're still short some gear
after last week's demonic summons:
Quinn missing a bulletproof vest
and Chris without a backup gun.
Kay loans them some of her spares.

A running shootout fills the halls with chaos.
Made of living metal, the aliens have excellent firepower.
Tim the Tentacle Monster scoops Kay out of harm's way
and rolls them both behind the safety of a desk.
Alex's cat Schrodinger races through the fray,
a small black shape suddenly tripping
the most formidable of the alien snipers.
Chris picks off the sprawled alien.

Once Kay has stopped the bleeding
and patched up the various casualties,
she pauses to lay her head against Morgan's chest.
The heartbeat sounds steady and strong,
a reassurance that, today at least,
life goes on.

In the kitchen, Pat makes chili
along with pots of tea and coffee.
Bailey helps him carry it to everyone.
Meanwhile, Pat wonders what to tell
his wives and husbands when he gets home.

After the alien contamination has been
meticulously removed from the computer system,
Ash and Alex reek of burnt plastic and stale sweat.
They drag themselves into the shower,
sleepily scrub each other's backs,
and fall asleep on the futon in the common room.
Schrodinger curls between them, purring.

Bailey tiptoes into the room,
slips Alex's glasses from her face,
then carefully folds the delicate golden frames
and places them on the coffee table.
He covers the two sleeping women
with a purple-and-gray striped afghan
and sneaks away.

* * * 

Notes: 

That afghan is based on the asexuality flag, as Ash is asexual.  They have a lot of different pride afghans.

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