Han River Poems : Like an alien in the Twilight Zone

Monday, December 28, 2020

Like an alien in the Twilight Zone,

We stepped off the spaceship with a human cookbook

With recipes all wrong.

Accounts of what's happening on Earth incorrect.

Contrary to what we thought

Humans know the dinner is them

And except to eat or be eaten,

The last act. Like cannibals,

With no hope of survival.

Either duck soup or just desserts.

Housemates cooked or fried.

Afraid they have to lock up the utensils,

And write down a diary,

For their own health,

So the next generation can find out,

From the ruble

under a snow drift

After the meltdown in spring.

Write it down to keep heads above water;

Or castigate and flog themselves

To show solidarity with pained people

Because it would help no one

But those that write, draw, sing and play

With spirit in their minds,

To know it's not their fault,

That they tried to address it for decades,

Wrote letters, signed petitions, protested and marched,

Even joined direct actions.

So leave them be

to get together right down there

With their fellow workers

Holding on tightly

during the pandemic

Until the rescue mission arrives

With vaccination and on-line shopping

to serve man well.

December 28, 2020

Han River Poems