Did a giant child drop a toy, red hoop
and stick, frozen forever, spinning yet
also standing still? Shards of vermilion
shrapnel fixed in air, a wild gyroscope.
Into an angry sky, strange banners lift
muffled alarums, a million alien
warriors landing their spaceships. But surely
not? Just some welded metal in concrete,
you say. Are you sure? A space invasion
could never happen, right? Fake news, clearly.
Or is it a warning?
Vince Gotera was Editor of the North American Review and Star*Line (Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association). Poetry collections: Dragonfly, Ghost Wars, Fighting Kite, and The Coolest Month. Recent poems: Crab Orchard Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Philippines Graphic, Rosebud, Multiverse, and Hay(na)ku 15. Blog: The Man with the Blue Guitar (http://vincegotera.blogspot.com).
The Ekphrastic Review
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