aliens

The aliens aren’t real—

but I wish they were

I felt a pang of something akin to hope

Finally, something to save us

(I imagine Them bathing our brains in some iridescent 5D plasma that makes us not racist)

Or at least bring us together

(I imagine it is a uniting force that we are Not Them)

To admit our petty squabbles

("Sorry," I say from my dissection table to my mortal enemy’s)

But no

The aliens are a ruse—

a “secret weapons program”

Something so sinister, I am sure,

that a biblically accurate angel descending from on high to end 300,000 years of human loneliness would be more conceivable

certainly more distracting

and welcome than a drone that can look you in the eye before it ends you

with nothing but a puny human behind it.

I wish evil took another form—

like a papier-mâché mummy of a Grey, nestled in a coffin like a saint

It makes me want to pray

This is the article I saw. Whatever.