Sonnet 245. Translation of the Aliens’ Reply to the Voyager Spacecraft’s Message in 2020.
We’ve had a quick flick through the stuff you send
And have to say the music wasn’t bad,
But long-rage sensors surely indicate
To turn-up now and meet you all? Fuck that!
A more disruptive bunch of monkey-types
The universe has yet to chance upon.
The whale song? That was lure, or trap, or hype,
The chances are we’ll get there, they’ll be gone.
The last report we got you’d all closed down
The planet. Opened up, then closed again.
The last thing that you need is us in town,
Cos this year that’s just tempting fate. Explain
Though, if you could, that orange, (human?), thing
We’d have to speak to that if we dropped in?
Lockdown Sonnet Twenty-seven.
Andrew Barker.
2 сен 2022
