There were lights in the sky last night,
hovering in patterns before they broke.
Could you hear them call
across the autumnal sky, fishing for survivors?
Did your head ache in radio active waves,
microphone molecules messaging you
to fly, baby, fly all the way home,
all the way to andromeda,
to join in battle with them,
maybe save the inhabitants of earth?
I wrapped myself in tinfoil,
I covered myself in mud,
I hibernated in deep caves
covered and chloroformed in sleep.
Star child, did you see the lights in the sky?
Did they call you home,
or leave you stranded
here amongst the human race?