Jg Collins Poet Prose Poetry

Arrived

When
they come,
what will
they see?
Organics,
animals.
A world
full of animals.
Dirty messy,
animals.
Animals
steeped in 
instincts, 
controlling.
Animals fighting.
Pecking order,
fighting for
power, control.
War, 
eons of
war, killing 
on an 
unimaginative 
scale. 
Millions 
upon millions 
killed.
Killed
for control.
Primitive 
beliefs.
Beliefs, 
they’ll
find alien 
belief systems.
Religion, they’ll
find religions
 preaching.
Controlling. 
Speaking 
of gods, 
saviors.
None of which 
resonates with
their understanding 
of things.
They’ll stay
out of sight,
so alien this
all be.

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