Kit Kelen #623 - aliens

623

aliens

the aliens come as an insect thin mist

they land, expand

on skin or any sovereign touch

each is a flag unwitting

they might have been mucus

small enough to outrace time

one day we will travel that way

just an idea across ages of space

makes the insects monsters

puts the dinosaur back into bird

how ghoulish whet-the-whistle

and often just cause why

this makes God of all who who watch

take names in vain and gives

play on a scale come! all kinds of colours

we have a cross to burn

they might have three cornered hats

they adapt – will they need regular meals?

here is a song of their journey so long

and we have their blood now

they say the picture, sting, come to blows

you'll notice proboscobility

that's their feeling thing – weird garb

cock an ear to the odd we-are

some days simply have been thought here

two places at once – that's the trick

do they wash? what if grandma were one

had been? they're a way distance tells

everything teaches – you can't help that

could be tricked into thinking they're here

but home is all away for them – further more thought

there must be a formula

dreaming in our words sometimes approach

they name the thing too big to know

come naturally you might say

often the voice is disembodied

breathe easier that way

just as often thrown

so many segmented

carapace much of it

him/her would be taken to heart

that's a kind of welcome too

stranger – a buzz about the ears

between the worlds is like an ocean

no one worships there

and how charmingly sweet they sing

of the Tum Tum Tree and Bong

o caterpillar many make one –

be motto

Seethe and Sigh – a firm of solicitors

Dickensian to bone – throw shekels off

associate!

children whom we must attend

they're lightning where the tree struck

stolid – can't be read

though you may never see their rudeness

everything aches less

when you approach

kiss, miscegenate

feet on the ground

and take the breath there

been here before

wasn't there this once when

o mongrels! be one!

brace for their scorn!

a poem will have these last lines

it's everyone's work to translate