Aliens bring their religion to another planet.
|Planet The Younger, most wise Elder of Nebula Nine,
showed up at Holy Place dedication five minutes late.
“Sorry for the delay,” steamed Planet, “the fault is not mine.”
“They’re working Galaxy overpass, and I had to wait.”
An appreciative Hiss came from all fine Nebulans there;
Planet bowed to the accolade, climbed the Holy Place steps.
Planet The Younger’s ochre eyes beamed; he brushed back white hair
to see two small ships arrive with eighteen Churian reps;
(the Churians having established their religious right
on Nine— a new Holy Place had them bursting their entrails.)
Planet waved as they disembarked, grinned sallow-teeth delight,
readied himself at the lectern supplied by Sphere Rentals.
“It is my great pleasure to hereby consecrate this fine
place, and to say I welcome all to worship on our world.”
“It’s my honor; Holy Place is of consummate design.”
Planet eyed the Churians, suppressed a laugh as they twirled
‘round with antennae jiggling—a crux of their of belief.
I am here at my own free will…Planet gazed the shaded
glass window, Doric design and a touch of bas relief.
Restless murmur was the crowd, yet after twirl, it faded.
I am Elder most wise, thought Planet, his face fire brick
red as the crowd applause waned, Churian reps stilled as one.
Accolades, Nebulan platitudes (enough to be sick,)
but soon ‘neath sun the official ceremony was done.
All were invited in for cookies and Hallowed Quaff.
Eighteen Churians gulped, frantically munched cookies too,
then a Churian saw Planet dance and began to laugh.
Realizing gaff, Planet regained composure with, “I’m through,”
and made his way to the reps hell-bent to Elder rules.
“I don’t represent government,” I think it’’s in tatters. “
“They do not do what the Nebulans want; they are mere fools
who miss chances, especially about money matters.”
Then Planet’s aide-de-camp (Army loan), whispered in his ear.
Planet looked like he saw a Gray; at once he became sedate.
“Well, well, this is interesting, this you will want to hear.”
The Churians looked at Planet, were told of a new mandate:
religions were to be taxed; now ‘twas a matter of law.
Churians grew green, antennae sagged; distress in each voice.
Unholy news wrangled a nerve—indeed, it rubbed them raw;
“Outrageous! We’ll go elsewhere!” Planet replied, “That’s your choice.”
Using the words, consecrate, verb (make or declare sacred),
and consummate, adjective (complete or perfect.)