for Maddy.
It was a story in Boris Karloff’s Tales of Mystery
Two aliens- resembling the
mildewed, hornet-children of
divorced lobster parents-
are assigned the task
of investigating our behaviors.
They disguise themselves as
humans with a remoleculizer
and roam the streets,
taking notes.
They came because of Nagasaki
& Hiroshima, but we don’t
disappoint in the
smaller examples:
A blind beggar getting his
tin cup stolen by a thug;
an injured young vet;
a car accident where
the participants get out of
their vehicles & slug each other.
The aliens take off when
a cop wants to question them
about the accident.
After running through some alley-ways,
the alien male realizes he lost
his Z-ball- a small device that
would destroy us all when activated.
Then they see a kid chasin’ ‘em.
She followed them for 10 minutes
to return the Z-ball; and in
doing it- with this one act
of kindness- saved the planet.
You’re that kid.
So that makes me
the alien couple-
(Or at least, the guy alien; pretend
the gal joined the circus).
Instead of having beamed
down for a few hours, garnishing
fresh-notepads &
clean spectacles, I’ve
been here several years:
lost my communicator,
my mission,
my way-
Wandering into each city
like Dave Carradine in Kung Fu