Ancient Aliens

A child who knows too much

Claims aliens made the living Earth

Maggots, moles, musk ox and man

Could I interview these ancients? I ask

And bow

He shrugs, nods:

If your questions are written for gods

Were humans built to entertain

Make matter and energy explain

The great cosmic joke?

A quiz for student planetary planners

Allowed a short million years?

If stars stand straight for gods that make them

Why such trouble to create so little?

The child stills

I cease to hear what’s distant

Feel light as light

Fly an inch above the floor then

Catch myself walking on cloud

Soft, spongy, crackling

Till lifted too high to know any height

Racing stars shout

You’re not bystanders

The work has not begun

Best vanish before you realize

The boy breathes his last smile