Informer

Informer (Snow 1993) 11/13

Now they blow down my door, these aliens

They look up my bottom, they need answers, they ask

through my window

if I know the secrets of man

I do not, I say so, I laugh, tell them that they cannot be aliens

Now they blow down my door

Apparently their costumes should fool me. They are not kids

pretending, they are full-grown men. They toss me

through my window

I land on grass, another in bug eyes probes me

points to others dressed in black

Now they blow down my door

I hear them shuffle my things and scare my cat

what do you do naked in the cold with tweezers up your ass

Through my window

I see them light it all on fire

to rid evidence of abduction, now I’m in a car, blindfolded and tied

They blow down the door

through the window I went