Poetic time tripping from the past into a game design studio's vision of the future
Stan Rogers' folk song "The Mary Ellen Carter" & Emily Dickinson's poem "The Battlefield". into Bethesda Softworks' Fallout:New Vegas
But to begin in June 1948 and the so called "Cold War" against the "Commie Russians" A B-29 Named "Pearl" and a Top Secret Test - Code Named "SUN TRACKER"
Pearl departed one July on a secret Air Force test The pilot he was tops and the crew they were the best.
As they closed to Old Las Vegas She dove towards the lake And the Brass they had a job to do, a Commie target there to fake.
But the Brass had met a pair of Army nurses and had tumblers full of hooch They forgot about the target and the Brass they Screwed the Pooch.
Too close to empty surface, and Pearl was dealt her mortal blow And the bomber, poor old Pearl crashed and settled low.
Now the test was highly secret and they tried to hide the loss So the poor old girl was written off regardless of the cost.
Sunk thirty fathoms down despite the ignorance they feign The Pearl 'twas a promise that would rise and fly again.
Time travel from the year 1948 past nuclear armageddon and onwards into a post apocalypse world of the future
Years dropped like Flakes -- They dropped like Stars -- While the fallout vaults stayed Closed --
Then suddenly across the Land The descendants left the vaults -- transposed
The apocalypse did pass Pearl by until the Boomers came to play And Top Secret files at Nellis base told the Boomers about the Pearl in the bay.
They talked of Pearl all seasons, some days around the clock She'll hold at least ten tons of bombs loaded on the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, they saw that regal plane And swore each and every one of them the Pearl would rise and fly again
To the fly boys who loved her best and were with her at the end They'll make the poor old bomber rise and fly again!
There's another war beyond Nellis' wires and the Boomers had a friend To make that dive and raise the plane regardless of the bends.
She'd risen many hundred feet and the raisings they were slow But She was tough and had the strength to rise from down below.
The Boomers patched her rents, and stopped her vents. They rebuilt her engines sound. Put cables to her landing gear and towed her out from hangar's ground.
Her bomb bay full, her engines roar to the Boomer's hope's refrain. And from Nellis she will lift her wheels, and the Pearl shall fly again!
For the Boomers couldn't leave her there to crumble into scale She will save their lives so many times, through war's coming bloody gale.
And the laughing, filthy rats come to put the Boomers in their grave They won't be laughing in another day.
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go.
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain And like the risen Pearl, rise and fly again!
THE END Paraphrased by John Baumgartner all rights reserved