Before the Aliens
before the aliens came
it was an ordinary day
we kept lights low
tucked the kids in with marshmallows
jarred our songs in wine bottles
rowed them out in the dark neglected night
the bottles a clear blue
mothers skirted from their hoops
the surf sank and
the skeleton of the ocean grew
you died
kept dying as people do
we thrust an oar into the mouth of a burial
By Reka Jellema
Copyright April 2016