Earth

I’m waiting for an astronaut to save this place. Like a detective from outer space. An astronaut is faceless. And strangely, graceless. As he bounds over. I ask what his laser is for. Or why he’s shoving me through that door. I ask if I could get a phone call. He acts scared and almost falls. It’s not how I expected. He is someone I once respected. I wish someone on planet earth would accept our pleas. But red is all they seem to see.