Red Shirt Story

For today’s prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Write Better Poetry blog, take the phrase “(blank) Story,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Toy Story,” “Super Long Unusually Strange Story,” and/or “Same Old Story.” Poem your story, so we can get at the second half of this challenge.

Red Shirt Story

On the lower decks I live and work—
the inglorious life of a Starfleet grunt.
At long last, I’m top of the duty roster
and hear my name over the intercom,
ordered to the transporter room
where I’m issued a phaser.

The stars stride in— Captain, First Officer, Doctor.
I remain in the background, practically a prop
but I’m eager for fresh alien air
after months of recycled breath.

The ticklish glow of energize,
and I’m on a dusty plain under a strange sky.
I don’t even get the chance to unholster
my weapon before impaled through the spine
by a primitive spear. The doctor frowns
as he takes my fading pulse.

I don’t get last words.
I don’t even get a name.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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2 Responses to Red Shirt Story

  1. JeanMarie says:

    Oh tragic! 😁 Fun!

    Liked by 2 people

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