Crash at Roswell

I’m a resistor of space and time

A nonlinear dimension into which I climb

Cutting through the atmosphere in my disk

Where interceptor pilots are at risk,

Am I a visitor from another galaxy?

Or an interloper trying to get myself free

Mystifying you with futuristic technology

As you look on spellbound in mystery,

Right here within my dream state

Passing through this permeable celestial gate

Like a sea of ice upon which I skate

If you see my contrail you’re too late,

Slicing through another layer of the stratosphere

Like melting into a crystalline mirror

A ghastly world below it’s all becoming clearer

An existence of loneliness and tears,

These beings are far from trustworthy or pure

I with my findings my species would concur

I’m sure my radar signature created a stir

These primitives even murdered their Savior,

Oh no! They’re not as primitive as I thought

I’ll take evasive maneuvers to keep from being caught

With their hardware they just took a shot

From their best aircraft they’d brought,

The explosion that blinded me from inside

My control chamber now it’s a rough ride!

Over this vast desert now that I can only glide

My remains could end up mummified!

Wrestling for control of my ship now

I under estimated these hostile hominids somehow

This was not some shot across the bow

But for my non-interference vow,

Spiraling down through the troposphere

Now vulnerable to the wind shear

With the aggressor on my tail very near

Cabin’s full of smoke, strange I haven’t any fear,

The crack up is almost dream-like in scope

Like hurtling down an interplanetary slope

Finally losing any last vestige of hope

She breaks up all around me as I grope.