post apocalypse then, we hid under jungle canopy, you with your cigarettes and handgun, me with my sword, we lived on coconuts and swam together in the strange lost lagoon with the lima. every day we checked the perimeters and set out traps, every day we ate the fruit and fresh fish, we ran and chased one another like wild children, free and in love.
but there was always danger, as the enemy crept into our secret territory, their million electronic eyes, their satellites and technology, their strange machinery that made so much shrieking and noise even the lima who were all sleeping had to move away until it subdued. we stayed, tending to our defences, you with your feminine prowess hopping from branch to branch above, spreading nets and booby traps, me leading them into certain death.
when we looked at the mess, flesh had been torn apart, bodies ripped and mashed by our primitive but effective weapons, we took their clothes, guns, cigarettes and trinkets and left the dead meat to the jungle as an offering.
later that night we heard the jaguar god eating, the tearing of flesh, the crunching of bone, we lay under our blankets and listened until silence descended and we fell asleep in one another arms.
one day we noticed the jungle shrinking, we walked out to the edge and there was nothing but machinery, all the life was gone, replaced by a flat wasteland as far as the eye could see, from the red mountains to where we stood, all the jungle was being eaten by the enemy.
we held council with the lima, they were frightened and needed protection, they had heard the enemy was decimating jungles all over the lands, that their brothers and sisters had been destroyed, they had been deprived of food and water and the red plains and the endless roof were now just filled with bones of animals, a lucky few had made it, but they were homeless, starving and defeated.
we promised to protect them and that our little jungle would never fall to the enemy and their machines.
we fought long and hard, we sabotaged the machines, we killed many of them, we made intricate traps and we took many of their possessions, phones, watches, books, jewels and we returned them to the earth where they came from but they always sent more. soon the final battle came, the forest had been stripped away to just a narrow strip and the lagoon, the limas were either dead of had moved away, but we continued to fight.
our backs against one another as the machines came towards us, our bodies covered in dust and mud, i remember you and i stood together, as the perimeter closed around us, and you said, 'captain mission, it is a good day to die.'
and i laughed and said 'yes, it is a good day to die.'