The circuit board was cracked and splintered, there
on the steps by the alley where the lit
cigarette was thrown before the car drove
by with the package in the trunk bumping.
It was a bomb from the planet of Mars
with the whole thing ticking...waiting to blow.
The cops were hovering around like bees
their tan raincoats flapping as they looked down
surveying the scene and writing in books.
The grime on the foot print near the tire track
was going to crack the case wide open--
if only they could see it.
Infared glasses might help, or x ray vision to
determine it was brought here by a man
who was just a travelling alien.
He was here from Mars, fresh from Mercury,
carrying a bomb that would blow up,
proving the aliens are just a mob
and they saw us here on earth and they thought
us humans are not doing a great job.
People are dying underneath the tanks
factories are blowing out the black smoke
we've had all this opportunity...
Let's not make our chance at beauty a joke.