Notebook for the Martians

I will keep a notebook for
the martians
so when you come
we can converse
as one monster to
another
alien & intrigued
with human forms.
I will make my notebook
of raw nerves
wild carvings on wood
gold in the teeth of
corpses
corpulent comatose police.
I will write the words in
dust realizing
regenerative nature of
ash – with the whip of
a haughty angel
and the wisdom of
an orphaned machine.
I will make my notebook
a keen eye
unmanacled with
clear view of
the spectacle that is earth—
twenty-first century.
I will gauss my spectacles
yowl from trapezoids.
I will keep a notebook for
the martians and the men in
their union suits who know
hunger as they watch their
wooden bosses spit from
cathedrals.
I will keep a notebook for
the martians
for the rebels who dance through
that wheel of fire
for the lodestar bound to
be right about something.
I will keep my notebook, so
when you come
we can converse
as one monster to another.


(c) Jayne Lyn Stahl