THE ALIENS 4

The final 'THE ALIENS' poem.

THE ALIENS

are not that different from us

More quantum-entanglement technology, sure

(but they admit it's not all it's cracked up to be)

We invited them to Thanksgiving dinner.

They look odd, but odd like your older sister

who's come home for the holidays

Dyed her hair blue, tongue stud flashing as she smiles.

The aliens are no better poets than us.

and if we are inexplicable, they are equally so.

Pass the mashed potatoes, please.

The scientists are happy in the labs; they study each other's tissue samples

Cranberry sauce, if you don't mind.

It's been calculated at a trillion-to-one chance, maybe larger

that either of us would ever exist,

that in all that cold blankness we would ever meet

We told stories to our children, long ago, of a people from the stars

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[Dream Slave]

The drawings in the caves came to my mind as I read this. The first drawings of Gods (Egyptian) and how their God's, while having human traits had powers which set them apart. The aliens power? Their technology which would be a riddle to us for centuries.

[Weaver]

I love this!

The everyday comments spliced with the narrative - "Cranberry sauce, if you don't mind" - are a nice touch, as is the aside about quantum entanglement not being "all it's cracked up to be."