Wisdom implant, influx direct
There is no room for doubt
Essence of presence stands erect
Prayerful and devout
Spinal column vibrates
Each node within gyrates
Tingling never abates
As of soul’s want
Wisdom implant
30-October-2021
Quietus
(HMS for syllable count)
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