"Morte de Saul" , um poema de Joe Haldeman , apareceu em Omni , fevereiro de 1983 , e está disponível em www.williamflew.com . O final:
Ambushed in a tavern, splashing ankle-deep in blood;
Fighting back to back in ways familiar.
Saul slipped: lost his footing and our future.
Broad blade hammered down and sent him from this world.
In angry grief I killed that one, then all the other swords;
Then locked the doors and murdered every human.
No choice, but to murder every human.
No one in that tavern was a stranger to blood.
(To those who live with pikes and slashing swords,
The inner parts of men become familiar.)
Saul's vitals looked like nothing in this world:
I had to kill them all to save my future.
Saul's vitals were not human, but familiar:
He never told me he was from another world:
I never told him I was from his future.