Alien
Posted: 17 Nov 2017, 03:59
A pump in his pocket keeps him alive,
bilge of old sea water from a dying planet.
He drops a quarter in the meter each hour.
They opened his chest once. The doctor
didn't like what he saw, so he removed
what mattered: a silver coin, old pocket
watch, and a portrait of the Queen.
Each was examined, photographed
sent to NASA for testing.
At night he slips his human skin, hangs
it in the closet next to his one good suit
he keeps for court dates and funerals.
He is ancient, even by earth standards.
There's been no transmission in decades.
But when he's alone, blinds pulled, doors
and windows locked, he is free
to be what he is: a fish faced monster
with Raptor scales who drinks Dewar's,
listens to Mozart, searches the lonely skies.
bilge of old sea water from a dying planet.
He drops a quarter in the meter each hour.
They opened his chest once. The doctor
didn't like what he saw, so he removed
what mattered: a silver coin, old pocket
watch, and a portrait of the Queen.
Each was examined, photographed
sent to NASA for testing.
At night he slips his human skin, hangs
it in the closet next to his one good suit
he keeps for court dates and funerals.
He is ancient, even by earth standards.
There's been no transmission in decades.
But when he's alone, blinds pulled, doors
and windows locked, he is free
to be what he is: a fish faced monster
with Raptor scales who drinks Dewar's,
listens to Mozart, searches the lonely skies.