Apocalypse Now

Helicopters people shrouded under shrink wrap
Blades twisting up gossamers into this game
Spun loose after the third year it became

A cyclone lifting up into worlds of
Imagination the sky one always
At least saw the yellow brick
Road even if falling asleep
In a field full of poppies
One still got to see
The Emerald City

It’s got the taste said the first man about the big boost
Injected by a second man into his veins he began
To sob and cry when at last he remembered
Why he had to do it over and over again
Compelled to make something right

Better living through chemistry thought the alien to itself
While lowering its artfully maneuvering robotic arm
In the right eye and nasal cavity of a man who
They had reason to believe would do great
Things in a future they’d foretold but

Were unable to fully know
Which way things would
Actually go, in the end