November 9: No Answers

A combination of prompts for November 9: Poets & Writers: Audacity of Undoing; and thesitsgirls: What is the best book you have read lately?

"No Questions, No Answers"

a prose poem

Each year I reread science fiction books by a favorite author...1986, 1989, 1990, 1996, 1997, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2013...dystopian. I wondered, were I faced with such events, such situations, would I take my life in my hands and do what needed to be done, no matter the cost? Do what is right?

Now that such days—those worlds foreseen—are come to pass, I realize the absolute fiction of these morality plays. There are no bold actions to be taken. Nothing to be done or gained outside of one's own small sphere. Only where one's will, absolute, can be made manifest.

Dystopia to some, it seems, is righteousness to others. Ethical acts or acts of protest...acts of fools. Illusional. Disillusioned. Uninformed. In all ways childish and wasted.

Curiosity stays my hand as nothing else could do. I want to see the ending of this living book. If I should live so long, see the curtain fall on this play's final act.

Copyright © 2018-11-10, by Liz Bennefeld.