It was odd, being up there dancing,
With unfamiliar beings.
But stranger still, off to the left,
Was what these eyes were seeing.
Three bald figures, all in white,
Apparently connected to each other,
Were gathered semicircular,
Their attention set on another.
The one appeared a normal sort.
Average Joe, and nothing more.
But the three what surrounded the ordinary one,
These eyes had not seen before.
A distance halfway to the four was done,
Before any realization of the travel.
And upon approach, it seemed to dawn,
Something special would soon unravel.
Then suddenly, out of the blue,
The one had changed to be.
And now all four, were bald and white,
Bowed once, then there were three.
The one had left, with a bubbled “farewell”
The three twice “yessed” each other,
Then turned this way, and the female said,
“Greetings, I am Mother”
“Nos” she said, “shed your flesh”
“You must assimilate”
Without a thought, or bat of eye,
Nos complied, post haste
Remove all fur, swell the noggin,
Darken eyes, and warp the features.
Maximum wrinkles, wild eyes, and crooked mouth.
Hurry up! And be these creatures
Conquer the Echochrome, acquire the suit,
Become One With the Collective.
Sharing respectful fun - it’s what we do,
For it is, our prime directive.
|
Author
Re: HSM Poetry Contest Submissions Thread
