Friday, July 13, 2018


The Wrong Foot

The biochemists said the native fruit
Weren’t poisonous, and they were healthy too
They tasted better than we’d ever had
We finished off the last of them before
Some aliens with woven baskets came
They looked upon denuded trees, then us
Juice quickly wiped from dripping chins and hands
The looks we got before they slipped away!

We headed for our ship; we saw black smoke
Ran then, and found our landing craft aflame
And nothing we could salvage from the fire
Before the mother ship could rescue us
A flight of spears flew from beneath the trees
Please tell my husband that I love--

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