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SF poem about an alien who terraforms Earth to suit his own needs |
An alien being Generates the raging wind By his mere presence, As though even the night air Is trying to escape him. He causes snowfalls In the midst of a desert By simply standing, And peering into the night His mind controls the climate. The elements bow To this godlike creature from Some dark, distant star, Stranded on this cruel, strange world He adapts it to his needs. His mind causes change: Dissipation of the winds, Cessation of rain, Oceans to flow in deserts Snowstorms to rage all summer. Snow-laden trees fall Winds buffeting like hammers Night turns to daytime, As he adapts this strange world Making it like his homeland. A heavy deluge Of snow falls constantly now Cooling down the Earth, Making it like his home world A planet of ice and snow. A virgin mantle Of unbroken snow as far As an eye can see, Cold air now burns human lungs When they try to breathe the air. Humans crawl among The snow on this strange planet They once called their home, But now changed to suit the needs Of an alien overlord. An alien giant Sleeping concealed in the snow Sending out its thoughts, Changing the climate to suit Its needs. At the cost of man. The landscape loses shape Under a cover of snow All contours smoothed out, The Earth now a giant ball All whitened and crystalline. An alien creature Being from another world Now living on Earth, Making it a winter world Where humans barely survive. THE END © Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts Melbourne, Victoria, Australia |