src/last-bastion.txt


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---
title: Last bastion
genre: verse

project:
    title: Stark Raving
    css: stark
    order: 10
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      link: amber-alert
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      link: initial-conditions
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      link: sixteenth-chapel.txt
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      link: boy_bus
...

Dimly remembered celebrity chefs shuffle \
down the cold and darkened highways of the heart. \
They are the last personality left. They are the meek \
who inherited the heart, what was left of it. \
Without food to cook in new or exciting ways \
nor audience to gasp and cackle, the chefs \
of the heart quietly waste away while staring \
doe-eyed into now-empty Safeway windows \
checking under the dusty produce shelves \
for something they pray the rats haven't found yet.

Years ago, the economy of the heart boomed \
and there was food everywhere. Produce \
piled high in pyramids of devotion, meat in \
gilded glass cases opulent under fluorescence, \
dairy which ran like the mythical river toward \
cereals hot and cold. Under it all, thrumming \
like great stone wheels on sand under a hot sun \
near a river where reeds sang in the wind \
the heart produced and gave reward for hard labor.

No one knows when it all ended. No one can say \
if it was the heart that dried up or the heart's supply. \
Either way, food of the heart became scarcer and scarcer. \
People began dying, not of starvation \
but of a certain facial expression that could only \
be described as desperation. Now \
all that are left are the celebrity chefs, last bastion \
of a once mighty empire of the heart \
are reduced to husks blown dry by wind.