Monday, January 26, 2015


             We must suppose within the vasts of space
             That other living creatures have evolved,
             Although as yet we haven’t found a trace
             Of them—a mystery still to be resolved.

             It’s simply the clear fact that we are here
             In this small speck of the wide universe
             Implies life elsewhere’s likely to appear:
             The cosmic womb would yet again disburse.

             That being so, why haven’t we as yet
             Discovered evidence to prove as fact
             That other life exists we haven’t met,
             Except perhaps our fear of being attacked?

                  Let sleeping aliens lie, for if they come,
                  That’s it for us—it’s better to play dumb.