Notes About The Poem

12 June 2026
for This Or That, Vol 39 Poetry Contest
Deadline: Saturday, July 11, 2026
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Inspired by "War of the Worlds" Radio play by H.G. Wells, 
broadcast on October 30, 1938.

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Clarity Through Static

Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our program
of dance music to bring you a special bulletin
from the Mount Jennings Observatory, Chicago, Illinois.

I see a . . .
shhh...krrshh...fzzzt...
thing, directly in front of me,
half buried in a vast pit.

It's definitely not a meteor—
shhh...krrshh...tssss...
it's a huge cylinder.

Now there's a hissing sound. Like this:
hissss...hissss...kssshhh...fzzzt...hisss...
Something's happening, ladies and gentlemen.
This end of the thing is unscrewing...
shhh...krrshh...whummm...blurrr

Keep back, there!
Keep back, I tell you!
It's come from Mars!
Maybe there’s things in there trying to escape...
krrshh...shhh...fzzzt...blurr...

Wait a minute!
I see glowing holes—two luminous disks.
Maybe they're eyes?
It might be a face.
It might be . . .
shhh...krrshh...tssss...

Good heavens, things are wriggling out—
like great gray-black snakes.
Now there's another one, and another.
They look like tentacles to me.
There now, I can see the thing's body...
shhh...fzzzt...krrshh...

It's large—large as a bear—and
shiny, slick and glistening,
like it's just climbed from a swamp.
But that face, it's .. Hang on, that face...
krrshh...shhhh...tssss...
it's indescribable.

The eyes are black and gleaming like polished coal.
The mouth is Zee-shaped, with saliva dripping—
black, tarry stuff—from its
quivering lip-like things . . . or flaps.
Wait a moment...
fzzzt...shhh...krrshh...

There's spout-like tubes
poking out.
They're aimed at me...
Hang on . . . hang on . . .
krrshh...tssss...whineeeee...

They're firing at me!
Some kind of hot red ray—
They're hitting me!... I'm hit.. I'm hit...

I'm down! I'm down . . . I'm down . . .
SSSHHHH... KRRRSHHH... TSSSSSS...
ssshhh... krshh... tsss... hhhhss.......

Sorry Folks!  We've lost contact with our reporter
We'll now return you to our dance music program.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Godwin Avatar
June 11, 2026 at 6:16 PM
There's so much I admire about this poem, the construction, the words setting mood / picture, the clear emotional/tone shift, the build-up and the end is such a hoot, it pokes the sorry yet true tone in the world of broadcasting. Said poke vanished the scary anticipation your words had grown in me. This is a poem theme I personally haven't read often. You did a great job. ps you have ware instead of war at the top of the page
Anderson Avatar
June 11, 2026 at 6:55 PM
Thanks very much. Have you played it? Bit of fun. On topic!. Thanks for the typo hint. Cheers
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