Flashing Lights
The flashing lights that he had seen
Were changing colour: red to green.
In awe, he watched it high above.
It stood for peace; it came in love.
He saw it land and rushed to greet
The beings he was first to meet.
An open doorway; light inside;
Out stepped his wife. ‘Oh, Jane,’ he cried;
With outstretched arms, he ran to kiss
The one he’d lost; he felt such bliss.
He looked up into loving eyes;
She slashed his throat, to his surprise.
He died in wonder, asking why.
She dumped his body, emptied dry.
A couple mourning for their boy;
But then they saw him – oh, the joy.
He took their blood; and changed again:
It reads our minds and sees our pain.
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