The Implant

His memory of the day was strange With snippets of things he tried to arrange There was a blinding light And then an unearthly face that wasn’t right An instrument came from above And punctured his neck with a jerking shove Then things went blank from that time on Until he awoke in bed to the morning radio song He felt his neck and the lump there That worried him with the alien device flair His local GP wanted to do some tests But he thought it was better to let it rest Now at night he has fateful dreams Of places and things that were so extreme You see there are alien worlds circling round And other civilisations that humans haven’t found. © Paul Warren Poetry