Though my mind was numb,
My brain was asleep,
The craft opened and made the music
That made my soul weep.
Figures stood in light
Of craft door.
Horrible,
Horrible figures.
Men but not men,
More naked and raw than any beast.
Living or dead.
A being lurched towards my window.
I lurched away.
A being lurched away from my window.
Drawing nearer,
I peaked outside of my window.
A street lamp,
Older than time,
Standing on an American street,
Older than time,
No van in sight.
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