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 pest the forests of the future stare coldly at him