Friday, August 10, 2012

Master Storyteller:'The Temptation of Adam' by Josh Ritter

'If this was the Cold War, we could keep eachother warm, I said on the first occasion that I met Marie. We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile silo door, and I don't think that she really thought that much of me. I never had to learn to love her, like I learned to love The Bomb, she just came along and started to ignore me. But as we waitied for The Big One, I started singing her my songs, and I think she started feeling something for me. We passed the time with crosswords that she thought to bring inside, what 5 letters spell apocalypse, she asked me. I won her over saying W W I I I, she smiled and we both knew that she'd misjudged me.

Oh Marie, it was so easy to fall in love with you, it felt almost like a home of sorts or something. And you would keep the warhead missile silo good as new, and I'd watch you with my thumb above the button. Then one night you found me in my army-issue cot and you told me of your flash of inspiration. You said fusion was the broken heart that's lonely's only thought, and all night long you drive me wild with your equations. Oh Marie, do you remember all the time we used to take, we'd make love and then ransack the rations. I think about you leaving now and the avalanche cascades, and my eyes get washed away in chain reactions.

Oh Marie, if you would stay, then we could stick pins in the map of all the places where you thought that love would be found. But I would only need one pin to show where my heart's at, in a top secret location three hundred feet under the ground. We could hold each other close and stay up every night, looking up into the dark like it's the night sky, and pretend this giant missile is an old oak tree instead, and carve our name in hearts into the warhead.

Oh Marie, there's something tells me things just won't work out above, that our love would live a half-life on the surface. So at night while you are sleeping, I hold you closer just because, as our time grows short I get a little nervous. I think about The Big One, W W I I I, would we ever really care the world had ended. You could hold me here forever, like you're holding me tonight. I look at that great big red button and I'm tempted.'

- 'The Temptation of Adam', The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter, Josh Ritter, 2007.

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