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by Ann K. Schwader
Radio ripples from young Terra reach
It's ape-chatter instinct, I guess, which betrays
Never stopping to think, we just picked up the phone:
Any day now (as we should have before)
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Darker Waters
by Ann K. Schwader
Radio ripples from young Terra reach
Like ribbons of blood toward some predator's gaze
That no prey suspects till the end of its days
Washed up as a gnawed heap of bones on the beach.It's ape-chatter instinct, I guess, which betrays
This ignorant world to the lurking Unknown.
That, or we thought we were out here alone
When we spewed to the stars in our self-centered way.Never stopping to think, we just picked up the phone:
Green Acres reruns & gossip galore,
Prime crime & true crime & football & more . . .
Soon our last hope of concealment had flown.Any day now (as we should have before)
Humans may learn why survivors stay quiet;
Delicacies on some bug-eyed Thing's diet,
We're fresh from the boondocks & served up as bore.
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