Ufo
Strange....!
Their wide round eyes
never blink,
seemingly fluid in their orbs.
Their skin, taut and smooth,
constantly ripples from some
inner agitation.
I have no fear.
I have no pain.
I have no body?
Surprisingly,
it all seems so normal,
watching from somewhere,
as my body becomes bits and pieces,
combed, cleaned, cut, collected
and catalogued,
reduced from six foot three
to small pieces of tagged pemmican.
There is no sound, no vibration.
My mind seems to work in reverse,
as a computer, through each previous connection
until I see an object hovering over my farm.
Suddenly there is only brightness and the
distant sound of my wife urging
me to come out of it.
The procedure is over.
© 16 Nov 2010 For Deb’s myth contest
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