Poem: "They Wear Badges" by estella_c
Oct. 10th, 2014 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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estella_c.
The graphic is not her fault. That's my poor excuse for a b-day gift. The poem and its author deserve much better.
They Wear Badges
We live in fear.
There are caverns underfoot. Mechanisms in orbit. Aeons behind and before us, filled with confusion. We trip on confusion every day.
We are next to, close to, fear. Neighbors. We don't want to talk about it.
We have watched monsters make themselves at home in our drainpipes and crawlspaces. We have seen sinister cabals make common cause with enemies from elsewhere. We have observed miracles but don't find them comforting. Miracles are not with the program. Miracles mean there is no program.
And that's just on television!
Our friends are a tall man and a small woman. They wear badges. They don't know us. But we like the way he grins and she glares. We like the way they lust for each other. Love is a comfort. It may be the only comfort.
Mulder and Scully are our friends. Though they squabble they are quick to close ranks. They will protect us. Even though they don't know us. Even though they are on television.
Fenced off by the screen, they are good neighbors.

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The graphic is not her fault. That's my poor excuse for a b-day gift. The poem and its author deserve much better.
We live in fear.
There are caverns underfoot. Mechanisms in orbit. Aeons behind and before us, filled with confusion. We trip on confusion every day.
We are next to, close to, fear. Neighbors. We don't want to talk about it.
We have watched monsters make themselves at home in our drainpipes and crawlspaces. We have seen sinister cabals make common cause with enemies from elsewhere. We have observed miracles but don't find them comforting. Miracles are not with the program. Miracles mean there is no program.
And that's just on television!
Our friends are a tall man and a small woman. They wear badges. They don't know us. But we like the way he grins and she glares. We like the way they lust for each other. Love is a comfort. It may be the only comfort.
Mulder and Scully are our friends. Though they squabble they are quick to close ranks. They will protect us. Even though they don't know us. Even though they are on television.
Fenced off by the screen, they are good neighbors.
