THE COVENANT : ONE FINAL EFFORT

>be me, bonky
>i’m with my friend pickle homer
>we’re walking through the desert
>we come to a big hole in the ground
>there’s a smattering of people around the rim of the big hole
>they’re spitting into the big hole
>we approach one of the people
>we ask them what they’re doing
>they say they’re spitting into this big hole in the ground
>we watch them
>they are in fact spitting into the big hole in the ground
>we stand on the edge of the big hole
>we can’t see the bottom
>we start spitting into the big hole in the ground
>we keep spitting into the big hole in the ground
>day in and day out
>it just seems like the thing to do
>as we spit into the big hole in the ground
>more people start arriving
>they start spitting into the big hole in the ground
>eventually there are people all the way around the big hole in the ground
>they are spitting into the big hole in the ground
>even more people arrive
>the perimeter around the big hole in the ground is now stacked with people
>they’re spitting into the big hole in the ground
>the people who arrived way later
>have to spit over the people who are spitting into the big hole in the ground
>but everybody is spitting into the big hole in the ground
>eventually someone says they can see the bottom
>we look down
>we can see the bottom
>the bottom is all of the spit we spat into the big hole in the ground
>we say we can do it
>we say we can fill it up
>we keep spitting into the big hole in the ground
>but now we do it with real purpose behind our spitting
>we’re all spitting into the big hole in the ground double time
>more than we spat into the big hole in the ground before we got this huge boost in morale
>the big hole in the ground is nearly full
>we’re all just trying to top it off
>we all have to lie down to recover
>our jaws hurt
>our mouths are dry
>our tongues ache
>our activity dwindles
>now we can barely raise our heads to spit into the big hole in the ground
>i feel completely dry
>the sun is beating down on me
>i don’t think i can spit into the big hole in the ground any longer
>i can barely open my eyes
>when i do
>i see pickle homer
>he says you can do it
>he says you can spit into the big hole in the ground one more time
>he says i’ve been watching you
>he says you’ve spit more into the big hole in the ground than anyone else
>he says there’s something special about you
>he says “i know you can do it”
>he says “you just have to believe in yourself”
>i look up into the blue sky above
>the relentless sun
>beating down on me
>sending xrays through me
>drying me out
>this damned sun
>drying us out
>evaporating all our hard work
>i hate you sun
>i work my dry mouth
>i suck my teeth
>i suck my tongue
>i keep working and sucking my teeth and tongue and the inside of my cheeks
>i work up one final spit
>i spit it up into the sun
>it rises up in a misty spray
>a galaxy of shining stars
>and descends down into the big hole in the ground
>and plops down into the big spit lake
>radiating golden concentric rings
>in the syrupy elixir
>and the big hole in the ground is no longer a big hole in the ground
>it’s a big lake of spit
>a big lake of spit in the desert
>i collapse
>our work is done
>we did it
>we did it together
>we filled up the big hole in the ground
>i can rest now
>and in my final dreams
>i see young children
>laughing and enjoying the big lake of spit in the desert
>joyful and carefree
>these are my children i say
>anyone who enjoys the big lake of spit in the desert is my child
>my time on this earth was not wasted
>i can rest easy now
>fully knowing
>i helped make the big lake of spit in the desert
>the end.