THE ALIENS 2

Second in a four-part series of poems that share a title.

THE ALIENS

were only drawings in our sketchbooks,

were just cut-out images pasted onto our movie reels.

We arranged our neon lights in the shape of alien faces

green with two oval eyes

and they gleamed through Las Vegas nights.

It gave us some comfort, maybe.

But there is nothing in the universe so lonely

as that signal, shot into the sky

hurtling for centuries through the void

photons, burning bright trails against the unimaginable darkness

through the light-years and light-years of star-silent space

projecting onto the surfaces of empty planets

that small alien face, green with two oval eyes

but only human arms, human legs

and a message,

you never came. you never came.

 

Reviews

[JackValor86]

its like the kids from ET lol

[Eli Rose]

Wow, thank you. Perfect is one hell of a word.
(Yeah, the punctuation could be more consistent)

[Weaver]

Wow. I thought this poem was poignant BEFORE I got to the last line...

I could MAYBE suggest changes to punctuation, but I couldn't suggest any way to make this a better poem - it's already perfect.