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Melodies XLIX; A Young Boy's Words To His Father, An Alien, 3
Sometimes I see what our old Hound Dog, Jeb,
is dreaming on an autumn evening when
he stretches out beside our crackling fire.
Sometimes I hear the way the asteroids
sing plaintively in one, orbiting choir.
Some man, dressed in full gray, in a gray car,
stopped by our place to talk with Mommy of
that starlit night you took her to yourself.
She spoke about the love she felt, desire
and ecstasy. But of technology,
nothing of consequence she could have said.
The man lunged at her, and twisted her arm.
I saw on his face that he meant her harm.
I touched him: once. He screamed---great pain!---and fled.
