fear no Man from Mars

1.

nor Woman from Venus.

suppose the first contact we hear

from the SETI is the voice of a distant poet

a female of the alien species, with

a sultry voice,–– warning us of the dangers

of sending our puny rockets into space, or to remind us

to pick-up milk and eggs on the way home.

how would our military convene in secret special session

to lay-out its plans to kill her? with tanks? with B-52s?

with the suppression of certain elements of the case?

2.

It begins with a young

couple riding in a heavy convertible

with the top down, always the top down,

through a desert,–– the spiny, parched cactuses

setting the mood under the moonlight,

this serious moonlight, when the strange, otherworldly

sound of a theremin played by professor Lavern Sparks

at the “Institute for Serious Goings On" (ISGO)

startles the pretty young woman riding shotgun.

“Tom! what on Earth was that”? she screams!

––Tom, from behind the steering wheel,

the circumference of which equals the size

of a significant moon’s equator, cries out in fear:

“Sally, that’s no sound on Earth as far as I know!

I think it’s the Woman from Venus”!!… pause, and fade to black.

“this serious moonlight” is nabbed from David Bowie’s “let’s dance”.