JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Baritone:

Squat teats across horizon’s breast

appear cylindrical and dark

malignancies, Jurassic beasts?

like fungus growths on Noah’s ark

 

Chorus:

The visitors are here, are here

the visitors are here

they’ve traveled far from distant stars

these judges ranged behind the bar

to give their verdict whether we are

guilty as charged (or worse by far)

 

Tenor:

Slugs, snails beside the water’s melt

agleam of sulfur and of pitch

from Betelgeuse, Orion’s Belt

here scarecrow alien, there a witch

 

Chorus:

The jury has gone out, gone out

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all eyes and ears and pods

soon verdict comes, alas so soon

as vampire clouds obscure the moon

they shuffle in, anonymous

“Guilty as charged” -  unanimous

 

Soprano:

Oh Sodom.  How you would rejoice

for only one dissenting voice