Aisha Sasha John |
Alex Boyd |
Alexandra Oliver |
Susan Gillis |
Karen Shenfeld |
Ewan Whyte |
Jan Conn |
Rhea Tregebov |
Steven Price |
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Aisha Sasha John |
Alex Boyd |
Alexandra Oliver |
Susan Gillis |
Karen Shenfeld |
Ewan Whyte |
Jan Conn |
Rhea Tregebov |
Steven Price |
ALIEN
In the animal room at the museum
a brilliant green and white frog, immense,
from Argentina: an inverted bowl
with no legs, another incarnation of Buddha.
You have the skull of the previous one
in a small box: a treasure any boy
would envy. Five holes at the top
form a pattern like a sand dollar's.
I lift it and press it to my ear.
The jungle, not the ocean.
The brain case tiny, inversely related
to the size of the jaw.
Teeth like little razors,
a mouthful of suicides.
I held the skull up
to the frog's eye.
It blinked, once.
No detectable recognition,
or one so deep, amphibian
to amphibian, I couldn't sense it.
All these channels of communication,
invisible.
They are what we've lost
or never had.
The geckos are powder blue with rust
and tan markings: jewels, tattoos,
beauty marks.
Nothing human matches this kind of beauty.
They drifted here from outer space
or we did.
One of us is alien.