The Disposables

Silence It literally smothered us, that still ambiance of the day— The cruel, frustrating uncertainty of it all In silence, many glistening eyes filled with pain and tears Gazed feverishly toward the dark blankets of slightly parted cloud The bright nebulas of spiraling light, Once seen by the adversaries, Were no more Yet still, we waited like starving animals, Wishing…waiting to be fed the truth. Nothing came of course, save the silence. We are the disposables They take our loved ones into the skies And leave us here like trash No one knows whom they will choose next, And what happens when they are torn away from mankind If only we knew they were safe and sound— If only we had a slight idea of what they were But they leave no trace of what they are Neither of why they do what they do Some say they are aliens, Taking humans for experimental purposes, Or various other reasons unknown to us Some even believe they are angels, Carrying off the fortunate ones to safety and celestial life And then there are the more pessimistic, religious priests That swear upon their hearts not to intervene with the situation, Claiming these mysterious others to be the Devil’s disciples… And that’s the thing that gets to us all, Though some may hate to admit it No one really knows. But at least we know who we are Don’t we? June 2010