The Alien’s Anthem

I long for kinder, wiser words

To fall from my paraplectic pen.

Metres laughing of myriad details

Rush past me blushed and meek.

To verses of daily life,

of husband and wife

I’m a stranger on the street.

A stranded stranger in this land

Of the nearly normal, and the

merely mortal mundane.

I cannot rhyme in lies

Of innocent charm

And no serious harm

And praise lost idyllic times.

My memories of monsters

in their random savagery

Of my heart’s dearest love

Come marching from my mind

And diaries of devils

And knowledge of evils

Those, those are my world and time

My words and I stand — I know — too sadly

Boring as hell behind our wall of song

We are transparent as glass

But far too unbrittle for breaking

While we wait with hope, for God, or worse

To break our sad resolve so we may become you

Or render us, so that we may not know.


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