Mucused green, scabbed with warts
repulsive skin, they came in peace.
They came to warn us, sent to court
we judged them hostile, soil’s decease.
Decapitated, staked we lit their pyres
extracting gold from teeth with pliers.
Before we died in hail of meteors.
A second Quadrille for Grace’s green at dVerse. Someone had to do an alien as well.
May 16, 2016