poem
Volume 20, Number 4

Moon Angels in the Trailer Park

Some will espy the U.F.O.'s brightness
with legions of cold fire coming to
save the waiting citizens from fear
& the instruments of earth-bound doctors,

& some will say, yes, the Light Age comes
here now with our skins evolving into
moon-sediment pincers, antennae that
shimmer beyond any earth's lost terrain,

& we'll cast off serpent skin,
the gravity weight
gone

from that devilish beast,
Man.

—Peter Magliocco