equations
ghosts in the corner of the room
shadows, flickering over the airwaves
their dumb faces pressed against the screen
with overlarge heads and eyes as empty as moons
other worldly creatures
aliens beaming down
and squatting on my life
their skin stretched skulls
give out a dead man’s stare
they do not see but still….penetrate
averting my eyes to avoid their pleading, I countered
numbers were predictable and made me feel at ease
the mantra in my head drowned out the silent wails
though memories turned up regular to the power of three
and the square root of any equation made me question
sub divisions divided my attention and made me content
so how to be an anthropologist?
to be alien in an alien world
to adapt to the mental dislocation
of physical laws functioning
to a base line I cannot fathom
in a realm I cannot escape
detached from the world
a satellite unable to communicate
I observe from my orbit
one day I will make contact and feel real emotion
once again I will be crushed by human gravity