Sunday, February 03, 2013

Misguided

I met a gray man from a distant sun
who claimed: "An errant, spinning lump of rock
has killed my planet, and when it was done
I sifted through debris and what a shock--
for in amidst the shattered chunks there spun
a fragment of a small metallic plaque
depicting humans, and I wonder why
or what we did to warrant this attack
you fired upon our unsuspecting race,
have you decided everything must die?"
I tried my best to answer him with grace
about the probes we launch without a clue
to find new life that we can all embrace,
but he was gone before my speech was through.

12 comments:

Mary said...

Quite a fascinating write. Interesting to picture just what the reaction would be if there WERE living beings in places where the probes strike!

Judy Roney said...

This one grabbed me into the story fast and the ending was a bit scary. I hope it/he/she heard you.

Kim Nelson said...

You brought to mind Agent Mulder! So much about which we know so little...

wabisabipoet said...

This is a great story woven into poetry! Great write!
Joy Ride

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this poem.....terrific story, great topic with its inferences for humankind, impeccable meter and rhyme.....loved it.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I loved the story here--so well done!

zongrik said...

i think about these things often, also

hades gate

Poet Laundry said...

Easy to read. Enjoyed the story and the rhyme.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

If there is intelligent life out there, it wouldn't come here!

Paul Andrew Russell said...

I enjoyed this, Bob. It is rather crazy isn't it, launching those things and not having any concern where they end up going.

rch said...

Hopefully we aren't providing directions to some wayfaring space murderer, we have enough here already ;-)

Jack said...

A creative tale and commentary, wow. I probably say this every time, but, I really appreciate the rhyme schemes you choose. Excellent write, sir.