The Disposables
Silence
It literally smothered us, that still ambiance of the day—
The cruel, frustrating uncertainty of it all
In silence, many glistening eyes filled with pain and tears
Gazed feverishly toward the dark blankets of slightly parted cloud
The bright nebulas of spiraling light,
Once seen by the adversaries,
Were no more
Yet still, we waited like starving animals,
Wishing…waiting to be fed the truth.
Nothing came of course, save the silence.
We are the disposables
They take our loved ones into the skies
And leave us here like trash
No one knows whom they will choose next,
And what happens when they are torn away from mankind
If only we knew they were safe and sound—
If only we had a slight idea of what they were
But they leave no trace of what they are
Neither of why they do what they do
Some say they are aliens,
Taking humans for experimental purposes,
Or various other reasons unknown to us
Some even believe they are angels,
Carrying off the fortunate ones to safety and celestial life
And then there are the more pessimistic, religious priests
That swear upon their hearts not to intervene with the situation,
Claiming these mysterious others to be the Devil’s disciples…
And that’s the thing that gets to us all,
Though some may hate to admit it
No one really knows.
But at least we know who we are
Don’t we?
June 2010
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