Amnestic - SCP Foundation

A poetic meditation

I.

The President of the United States stood and

waited to be shot dead

the crowd shifting like the desert sand

not a woman or a man

said

The President of the United States spoke for

the people and their friends

and they stood at the podium for

they had to get to the core

and

The President of the United States stares

still alive their eyes dead

of the media men there were scares

and the wind ruffles their hairs

when

II.

the day after i watched it on TV,

the attempt and subsequent failure

i went to bed with uneasy thoughts

in my first dream i was standing on a hill with the sky blue as it ever was and the grass a brilliant hue

there are mountains in the far distance

and theres two men on the hill

one strikes with a rock

one dies

one flees

in my next dream theres another man similar to the two but he's by a stream in a misty forest

he is dressed very simply, in loose white robes

he bleeds out slowly

as the armies of god approach, of all faiths

but he is true

III.

I went into work to begin the project.

Things sure aren't what they used to be around here.

I attend my post

I pour my coffee

I press the button

She screams

I attend my post

I pour my coffee

I press the button

She howls for the pain to cease

I attend my post

I pour my coffee

I press the button

She begs for death

I believe, he says, the experimentation is complete.

Please apply amnestic now.

Not long after that I take a break.

I gently walk through the grounds

We're by these mountains, rising tall and far into the sky

And they are speckled with these autumn trees bright as salamanders

And it's evening so the moon's just starting to rise over the horizon.

The soft violin concerto of the crickets soars like an eagle over the grass

Rising to that rising moon in symphonies from the heavens.

I could build a cabin here, I think

I could build a cabin.

IV.

And I was but there too when I saw the Lonely Wanderer stumble in.

And the people did rejoice, for he brought wondrous new gifts down upon them.

But old Shem.

He did not rejoice

"I reject the Lonely Wanderer and his heretic teachings

They are not the way of the Lord"

And the Lonely Wanderer whipped the crowd into a furious frenzy

Sending them to rain blows down upon Shem.

"He does not believe in my teachings

He is a false prophet and must die"

The people experienced a good harvest for forty days and nights

Until the Lonely Wanderer began his trek back to the north

To the shining lands of Charity

From whence he came

And the people were happy.

V.

Please state your name for the record.

SCP-XXXX-20.

Now

Why did you kill those farmers?

Of course not!

There weren’t any of the Ubula left

After the village was attacked by Mokèlé-mbèmbé.

I still regret not being able to bag that monster

When I had the chance.

It is a persistently elusive creature…

Interesting.

Well, you are obviously not on the moon.

You are in a facility operated by the Psychiatric Crisis Intervention Foundation.

It appears you have experienced a major delusional episode.

What do you remember from last night?

You know, there are some people out there who believe that,

If we wish something didn’t happen hard enough

It really didn’t happen.

Is there no one else there?

Many species of ant will

Accept other ants of the same species

Into their colonies

Even ones from the outside.

I have one last question for you today.

You mentioned the fortress in the background briefly

But could you elaborate more about it?

They were

disgusting…

VI.

I've been thinking about stories a lot recently.

They've been on my mind

And I've been noticing recently

Many of my own kind.

Ways that things differ

They weren't there before

Thirteen men huddle for warmth

As darkness turns to war.

VII.