as the human leased
to the aliens landing
on the planet of the third
tribe each species
a sorcerer but frail
and serious as swans
I was unsure
weather
atmosphere
border
to taunt or
admonish so I
bellowed
beside
had been advised:
be a better tourist
no response necessary
even prompted by insult
or endless frisson
who to root for what
would take root who
would tell the tale
how to make
matter
not the age of him
not the age of her
a loneliness absolute
and passionless
the pattern under this drain
the rain the planet’s rain
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