From 102454.540@CompuServe.COM Wed May 29 19:43:25 1996
Date: 28 May 96 22:52:19 EDT
From: Patricia May <102454.540@CompuServe.COM>
Subject: REPOST: _John_

Date : Saturday, May 18, 2:49 pm

REPOST: Tuesday, May 28, 9:44 pm
The first time I tried to send this I did something 
really stupid, I don't know what but it must have 
been really stupid, and it came out gibberish.  So
here it is again.

_John_
	by Jackie May <102454.540@compuserve.com>

Characters belong to JMS, from whom all good sci-fi cometh. 
I'm much better with 2-D characters, anyway; 
these B5 people are much too real and believable for me.
If you're feeling ornery and want to dispute that, 
I'll send you a couple pages of my novel to back up my point.

This is another one of those 
Sheridan-died-at-Z'Ha'Dum-and-Delenn-is-very-sad  poems.
Feedback, please.  I like feedback.

_John_

My John
My warrior

Even yet I wake
my senses blanketed by darkness
a sob in my throat and a scream on my tongue.

You went.  I stayed.
I watched your ship flash out of sight
With my heart aboard.
Neither you nor I returned.
I am a shade, a walking mask of the Delenn that was.
	Have your bones been ground into the dust of Z'Ha'Dum?
	Or have your eyes filled with darkness?
	Has your soul shrunk to a tiny wisp, 
	the brave gold of it blotted out by soot and evil?

I could never survive it if you betrayed me
	if you came back not you
But I hope, against reason, against the forces of this black and terrible universe.
Will you ever return?
Will you return to me, my John, to finish what we began together?
	
	No, I am alone.
	Always alone now.
===========================
Jackie May <102454.540@compuserve.com>

"We were waving our hands out the window
Of a fast-moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible fashion
When the engineer, whose back had been turned
And who we thought would find us highly amusing
Slowly swiveled his head around
And his face which was a paper-white mask of evil
Sang us this song..."
         -- "Turn Around" by They Might Be Giants