alien sonata

(hard contact)

how they will speak

when they come

with organs separate, sentient, perhaps contentious

what with no tongue to utter words

to bring dètente their warring parts

divided, asymmetric pseudopods


how they will tell us of their importance

in ritual gelatinous slam-dances against our four walls

splattering a dialect of gravity, crushing our delight

their gills rusting in oxygen, they gasp

singing from out the funnel of eyes

cold, black

unseeing our X-ray dying


these unsounds they make we listen

. . . nothing

our bodies heed, minds deceive

so tongue we utter, in lieu of understanding


sounds we share, vibratory


listening to violent silence

alien sonata (quantum series)