This ain't one body's story. It's the story of us
all. We got it mouth-to-mouth.You got to listen it
and 'member. 'Cause what you hears today you got
to tell the birthed tomorrow. I'm looking behind
us now. . .across the count of time. . .down the
into history back. I sees the end what were the
start. It's Pox-Eclipse, full of pain! And out of
it were birthed crackling dust and fearsome time.
It were full-on winter. . .and Mr. Dead chasing
them all. But one he couldn't catch. That were
Axeman. He gathers up a gang, takes to the air
and flies to the sky! So they left their homes,
said bidey-bye to the high-scrapers. . ..and what
were left of the knowing, they left behind. Some
say the wind just stoppered. Others reckon it were
a gang called Turbulence. And after the wreck. .
.some had been jumped by Mr. Dead. . .but some had
got the luck,and it leads them here. One look and
they's got the hots for it. They word it "Planet
Earth." And they says, "We don't need the knowing.
We can live here. "We don't need the knowing. We
can live here." Time counts and keeps counting.
They gets missing what they had. They get so
lonely for the high-scrapers and the video. And
they does the pictures so they'd 'member all the
knowing that they lost.
'The River of Light!
Then Axeman picked them of an age and good for a
long haul. They counted twenty, and that were
them. The great leaving. Rescue party departed at
first light. . . .led by Flight the pilot Axeman.
"May God have mercy on our souls." They said
bidey-bye to them what they'd birthed. And from
the nothing they looked back. . . . .and Axeman
hollered, "Wait, one of us will come.Wait, one of
us will come." And somebody did come. AXEMAN!