Gail Epps

Wait A Minute Mister Spaceman

The latest distraction for the gullible fold
is that an outer space invasion is on the near horizon.
A bird? A drone? Or an elaborate scheme
to look the other way while the hopes and dreams
of a peaceful planet are vanquished, vaporized,
and held ransom by a very dark cloud.

Please Mister Spaceman
before you touch down,
Take a good look around, maybe put on a mask?
the Earth’s not ready for company
because the people are desperate
and the crossing guards are dangerous.
Logic is illegal
vegetables are criminals
so many examples of how it went wrong.

You seem quite civil even though you’re Kelly green
thus, it’s not safe to land here
this year. We look forward to seeing you
when the grass is greener and the gasses are cleaner.

Any species with the smarts
to go cruise the galaxies, would smell this place
from light years away
where the only logical thing to do
would be to press the button
and zap the trash away.

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Gail Epps sees poetry as a technical language between souls and another way to tell a story. Within a creative life that includes careers as a chef, a headhunter and a rock singer, poetry is a natural toolkit for making images and plans for a kinder world. Her poetry is published in The Journal of Expressive Writing; Crosswalking; the annual Havik literary journal and upcoming editions of eMerge Magazine; Amplify, a Sheila Na Gig anthology; Tipton Poetry Journal and The Journal of Undiscovered Poets.