EXTRATERRESTIAL GIRL
after
John Donne
The
sunflowers of empire move
As
a great saffron river
Along the inward banks of the pathless
path.
It’s
wrong to create whole races of humans to be slaves.
Why
read my mind? It’s only a dream.
Love,
the regulations are very clear.
Your
power is the rejection of the captive social order.
Yours
is the power dislodged from razed cities,
Enlightened
basements, lost cauldrons,
Blinding
homes, narrow lanes.
Nine
eyewitnesses survived.
Communications
were almost out.
Nothing
brings back the dead.
If
I’d ordered soft lights, old as the stars,
Galaxies
may change, spread out.
These
things cannot be real.
It’s
hard to believe a place so beautiful exists.
I
stop and smell the flowers of planets.
Offhand,
I’d say my instruments are defective.
On
the other hand, nothing makes sense.
Things
that cannot possibly exist are utterly real.
You’ll
see me again and never know it.
21
October 2011
Spoken word
version from Venerable Madtown Hall, copyright © 2013 by Jim Cohn.
Video
clip from The Making of Venerable Madtown Hall, copyright © 2013 by Jim Cohn.