the undefeatable enemy from mars

The scariest thing wasn’t
that they were bipedal or
that we couldn’t see their faces;
it wasn’t that they towered
over our tanks like giants, half-shrouded
in low-hanging clouds;

The scariest thing wasn’t
their voices, calling
like the damned to each other, hollow-toned
and raspy through masks
that protected them either
from our atmosphere or
their own poisons;

But that they looked
like children—such serious children
that our minds rebelled at
fighting back, that they
would know such horror at
just six years of age, regardless
of where they came from or
what they truly were.


Editor’s Corner

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