A foreign feeling
Fills my skies
Spiraling smoking
To its demise
And as it hits my planet
Well,
It ceases spinning beneath my feet
I follow smoke to where it fell
Cold night skies in sudden heat
And overhead the moons capsize.
Illuminating your glory
In violent silent silver implosions.
Resentfully my scarred sky looks upon you
Atmospheres loathe corrosion.
But oh
Isn't it so
That it has been done now, no?
And I'm due an investigation.
To wade through my smoking garden
And survey the excoriation,
This new beastly steel emotion.
A foreign feeling
Fills my eyes
My lungs reject all this.
You lie
Inside
Your misfire mess
Your plumes of charcoal steam
It would seem
All you do is make me cough
And miss my plants.
No time
Though
To dwell on that
I would suppose.
I call for a cockpit captain.
You are a foolish people always
Passing out or panicking, so hapless..
I hardly wonder what happened,
A great many shattered facades
Your ship is all but made of windows
But here is the widest and most curved-
Oh dear
Here he is, yes yes,
Right here.
You nearly look asleep in there,
Fingers fallen from controls
And chest quite still,
A pilot's loll,
Besides the fact you're in need of a waking.
A foreign feeling
Needs help, and I
Take your arm in both my hands
With an irritated sigh
I ease you unceremonious
From the rubble
Unharmonious
As you are to the world outside it
It'd likely be better just to leave you.
Oh
But I don't know.
As I set you down amidst the burnt trees
With a frown, I can't help but see
The funny way
You seem to be sleeping.
(I was happy here you know
Among the canyons quiet and rivers weeping)
I'll sit with you til you wake
And ask me questions.
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