Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Regiment (24)


When the water runs out, when supply fails.
How the transports left at Humicant, 843, and
for all we know the army is still there.















Monday, September 29, 2014

Friday, September 26, 2014

The Regiment (21)


Creases in the landmass. Night
that lasts for months, and when the sun
comes up the armies go blind.














 

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Regiment (20)


Seas of phlogiston. Antithetical, opposed
landings. Fire from the treeline.















 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

The Regiment (19)


An alien landscape 
but so beautiful and open that the army 
deserted.















 

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Regiment (18)


Slow rotation so that
timepieces cannot keep it. Field
of ruins, no one there.

A distress signal, a debris
field

a life raft.















 

Monday, September 22, 2014

The Regiment (17)


The fingers of history, in history. The air 
heavy with storms, a
crushed jeep.















 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Regiment (15)


Civilizations that abandoned themselves, 
 and everything else. 
Nebula-sized questions. Science we cannot
reach.
















Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Regiment (14)


Moss in a vacuum. Ancient

roads, curves going off into the distance
to cross-current points.
















 

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Regiment (8)


But then the freighter 
shows up, the regiment
files in, and off 
they go from orbit.


















Monday, September 8, 2014

The Regiment (7)


We do our best to train them, to anticipate 
a more or less arbitrary set of skills and equipment 
for where ever they may or may not 

end up.
















Saturday, September 6, 2014

Friday, September 5, 2014

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

The Regiment (4)


The Regiment is always the 19,640 mustered to meet transport.
Always the same number of troops.

And always the same name, the 302nd Wasteland Reconnaissance.















 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Regiment (3)


Every five years, a transport arrives in orbit and collects the Regiment. 

And so on, for the last five hundred and thirty-six years.

















 

Monday, September 1, 2014

The Regiment (2)


But we've talked about that at length now. . .

We have a King, who has a King. The endless obligation of birth.


An Upholsterer Second-Class with the 498 Company of Tailors and Sheet Cutters, on Hurdonle. Late lunar cycle, 806. 
Near the Fringes.

Voyage of the Wipfli, Year Fourteen.