Monday, 8 June 2009
I want you to imagine a creature
after midnight walking from a winter sea,
lumbering forward, every feature
intent on reaching out for you and me.
He stands, a shadow, looking at his feet
stamping in a dawn on this cold
shore an alien, stubborn and eager to play.
Beware. He needs our heat
so shall we spark a match and aim for gold?
But he could test our metal - make your day.