the reptile riders
respond with stolid silence
their beasts laugh at us
green wafers and tea
matronly apes giggle at
the latest scandal
spires reflect the suns
the pale hand in the shadows
trembles unnoticed
the stars bring him back
still young and warm, he suffers
her cold crone’s embrace
earthlings think us shy
here they are again with lights
that vaporize us
magic regained
in a sterile womb
a minotaur grows
i’m cutting the cheese
a thousand lightyears from earth
my ship smells like home
solitary pestÂ
the forests of the future
stare coldly at him