By Jemima Pereira (
© December 2002
Codes: filk
Rating: G
Series: Star Trek: Voyager
Award: ASC Awards, 2002 Voyager Filk or Poem (3rd place)
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Dead Again, the filk.

This parody of "The Sound of Silence" (Paul Simon, "Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964) is protected as such by the copyright laws of the United States of America.

Hello Doctor, my old friend -
Am I your patient once again?
Was there a mishap on the holodeck?
Did Chakotay my best shuttle wreck?
Do the implants the Borg planted in my brain
Still remain?
Another round in sickbay...

So tell me, Doctor, did I die?
Tell me, did Chakotay cry?
Once more victim of a paradox,
Or stranded on another class-D rock?
If my lungs were grabbed by a dying Vidiian bore
Find me two more
Lying around in sickbay.

Faux crew assembled in the mess -
A hundred fifty, more or less.
People made out of deuterium,
People melting, pandemonium,
People getting hitched, completely unaware
They had no prayer -
No help was found in sickbay.

"Fools," said Q, "you do not know
Life eternal's deathly slow.
From my future you could save me,
Q's Continuum enslaves me."
Mortal Q a cup of hemlock downs
With renown in sickbay.

And the crewmen still salute
Captain Janeway lying mute.
And the sensors shrieked their warning,
Of a wormhole swiftly forming.
And the Borg said, "The words of the Prophets
Are useless when the wormhole roils;
Try transwarp coils."
Expiring to the sounds of sickbay.