First Contact


The first alien visits Earth
Speaks telepathically to all who search

My message is:
I have no message
Both of us are an illusion

My second message – disregard previous messages
My last message: there is no Time
When you know what this means
We will meet again
And vanishes

His disappearance summoned war
Whose errors bade him leave?
Soon came that time when time stood still
So many died no one no funerals were made
People lacked all strength

The Institute spent centuries
Studying the alien’s artifacts
Learning nothing, it closed

That morning he returned, his image crackling
Like a saintly dissipating ghost
And declared directly: now you understand
Give no importance
To things unimportant
Leaving a bright circle of spinning light
Frequencies from deep infrared to off the charts

Many approached
Some hallucinated
A hand then a head vanished
Scientists suspected a portal

Then a crumpled geezer arrived
An ancient manuscript clasped to his back
A film screenplay of dated copyright
Written long before the alien’s arrival
Describing in perfect detail
All he would say and do

Now that we know that play’s power
We will rewrite the ending
Humans clean the planet, cool the oceans
Man goes to the stars

Would you like to contribute?
I’ll send you our new address

Posted in ETs.