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The Fire Burns
Poems
Aug 2017
Roswell, New Mexico
Hood rats and hipsters
walking the street,
knit caps and headphones,
in the summertime heat.
Watching these people,
you're just not sure,
are these alien hybrids,
or straight human pure.
The reason you ask,
and it's true apropo,
we're walking around,
in Roswell, New Mexico.
Here the aliens
are wild and free,
walking the street
looking like you and me.
Green alien carvings
and cardboard cut outs,
help them hide in plain sight,
and lend substance to doubt.
But make no mistake,
the extraterrestrials are here,
eating green chiles,
and sipping on beer.
Written by
The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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