Thursday, March 22, 2018

INTO THE HANDS OF ALIENS


If Aliens would land, and
take Earth's languages
by wiff of his understanding 
A cognitive pejorative will storm
All text on earthy parchments -
What papyrus did to ancients
A computer tab is doing to us now.
Let us benign ourselves 
Not to avow our assertiveness -
The Sinecure, but
To warmly let the breeze 
Take its own course:
A fresh understanding
A new shoot, pecking
The gentle romance 
Of a full grown tree
Rusciating life 
In our torn humanity
By our deeds; needless
To handover the whip

Into the hands of Aliens.

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