WHEELCHAIR

WHEELCHAIR

I hear the voices,
"He's coming to... someone getting the readings...
do you think he'll recognize us?"
I keep my eyes closed awaiting there response
"he's going back in...heartbeat offline...
brainwaves shutting down."
Controlling my bodily functions I smile saying,
"I'm awake."
The voices question, "Sir, do you know how long?"
I enquire, "How long what?"
The voices cut to the chase, "Forty-four years have passed, sir."
My eyes fly open as I come to my senses,
"Forty-four years?!"
Looking into a mirror on the wall I see no change of age,
but looking to my sides I see the aged vessels of those I once called comrades.
I question not fully recalling, "What went wrong?"
The cold response, "Nothing, sir..
Four years of your Desert pilgrimage where
your leadership was worse than the Nazi camps.
Everything went according to plan.
You just programmed yourself to shut down once we reached the Nexus."

I blink, "Is he here?"

My angels nod.
They bring the Man of Zion forward.
I see he is alone and defeated.

I speak, "I suppose you want to know why, don't you?
Why I sided with Satan instead of you.
You believe it was the murder of my wife which
I hold you responsible for, but there's more."

I feel him scared.