Dragged out of bed in the dead of night With their phones ringing pitilessly Later at the station the droopy-eyed constables Stared at their computer screens Sleep-laden officers Huddled over their coffees as they tried to decipher The surreptitious low flying lights Hovering off the coast of our shores
So faint yet blinding
A plane must have crashed The survivors must be attempting to signal help The coastguard was contacted And the coordinates were delegated
They were appalled when they were informed That nothing was in the water A blank empty ocean was all that was found And they were reprimanded and chastised
For you see Shag Harbour's visitors Had already received their package High above the earth trapped and drugged A man was trapped to a cold table Prodded and probed With his vital organs laid out beside him Tiny creatures were dissecting him
Awake but sedated he watched As they tore through his sternum
While back down on earth everyone sat perplexed Questioning their own interpretations of what they had witnessed The tired policemen crawled back into their beds Saddened and bewildered by what had been said
All the while inside the vessel The man was still aware As the vermin slowly reconstructed him His liver and kidneys and lungs and heart Were repositioned and motivated to restart
Drifting off as they stitched him up Suction cup laced tentacles worked miraculously At home the man awoke with a start Clutching at his chest and removing his shirt to inspect But nothing was revealed but clean white skin Radiating palely in the cold early morning light