Rip van Winkle, the dead man is not dead, he is just sleeping.
When the dead man’s eyes flutter, it is twenty years earlier.
He thinks the stuff that comes through the food tube won’t be fully cooked for two decades.
He believes that the nuclear waste around him is beginning to glow.
He sees the toxins leaching through the canisters, and the purified water leaking from the survival barrels.
The dead man takes the future with a grain of salt.
He bundles himself in contaminated rootwork, donating what he can to the chlorophyll factories.
He flings himself on the timed-release capsules to keep the earth drug free.
Rip van Winkle survived through indolence and woke in the future.
The Hudson was thicker than he remembered, and it carried him back.
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