Size / / /

A burst of tachyons signals another wave of

Time-traveling starships,

You gotta marvel, I mean, how cool is that,

But, we're working on that ourselves,

I think the Chinese are too;

Our guys in New Mexico

Sent a ground squirrel back a week

And it survived,

It lived almost the whole week, anyway,

So we're almost there, which I suppose is why

Now of all times, in the history of time,

They come, because next year might be too late.

Next year,

We'd be all over time,

And kick their trans-temporal heinies

Back to the middle of next week.

But they caught us pants down;

We know just enough to know

That they're slipping thru time like

A knife thru butter;

Their temporal wake really takes me back..

They ignore everything we have in orbit,

And they're jamming communications anyway,

Nuclear missiles won't launch,

Our fighters can't catch them,

They seem to know exactly what we're going to do,

They know our strengths and weaknesses,

And now they emerge from the flagship,

(all Buck Rogersy and very cool),

And, duh, of course they know,

They are our own children after all.




An aether compactor by trade, David Kopaska-Merkel began writing poetry after witnessing the Ascension of Tim. He won the Rhysling award for best long poem in 2006 for a collaboration with Kendall Evans. He has written 23 books, of which the latest is SETI Hits Paydirt  (Popcorn Press). Kopaska-Merkel has edited Dreams & Nightmares magazine since 1986.  You can reach him via email.
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