Trojanica

We are being played

wearing pixels like crowns,

pupils dilate to hypnosis

in search of other worlds

we ponder what form

the inhabitants might take.

The truth lies hidden

but convinced, we cultivate

the fiction and the false alarms

the visitors and the abductees

in plain sight, cloaked.

We’ve exchanged a ton of kryptonite

for an ounce of A.I.

Superman for an feeble avatar,

we hide our children from paedophiles

but let them free

to roam the cosmos alone.

Extra-terrestrials sit on our desks

they control our time, our thoughts

our eating habits, even sleep,

while huge telescopes scan the infinite

miniscule pin-pricks of light

shoot from our palms

and render us defenceless.

Published by grahamrsherwood