the devil must be here
the aliens arrived in mid-July
this planet is like Mars, we are going to die!
the sidewalk is full of sizzling frying eggs
there is nothing any of us keep on our legs
we melt into hot puddles as we run to our car
this place is Hades, the aliens scream from afar
for they have taken off in their spaceship
Determined to never return to this planet on another trip
the dogs are reluctant to go outside to do their biz.
Some have marked up our carpeting with all kinds of whizz.
the cats have moved away from their nests near glass windows.
the garden is untended, littered by abandoned hoes.
we can go outside until about seven o’clock a.m.
After that, we stumble about, on fire, earth is condemned.
The devil must be here, because I think a pitchfork I see.
No wait, it’s just a forest on fire, started by one burning tree.
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