Poetry of Issue #8        Page 8

'Oumua, Oh My! A Cigar in the Sky

Way back in 1959,
we learned the secret of “Plan 9
from Outer Space,” Ed Wood's famed treat,
was aliens would soon defeat
all humankind upon the Earth
as zombies, transformed by unbirth,
would scare us into deep submission
to the fiendish imposition
of their livelihood o’er ours
by using superhuman powers.

The Chief of Saucer Operations
took an oath to not tell Nations
of the secrets he had seen,
although, of course, that didn’t mean
not tell his wife, sweet love of life,
invaders soon would cause great strife,
for flying saucers, “cigar shaped,”
meant all our daughters would be raped
by aliens from outer space
who’d soon enslave the human race.

Their plot would fail; no plan to bail
it out to sell a sequel tale.
But now it seems nightmarish dreams,
discovered using science beams,
are showing us they might return
and prove that mankind didn’t learn,
for in October ’seventeen
a giant stogie had been seen—
’Oumuamua asteroid
is plunging toward us through the void.