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The day the spacemen
came to town,
we shot them down,
we shot them down.

And up they sprang
to walk again,
straight into town
to settle down.

Their hair was like
electric
crackling in
our afternoon.

Their skin was of
an unknown
color shifting in
the sun, the moon.

They looked and walked
and talked from far,
and made an
unexpected sound.

Like something
half suspected
we could never
get our tongues around.

And, oh, but they
were beautiful
space men and women
every one.

But not like us:
we shot them down,
we shot them down,
we shot them down.

We hid them in
our shallow earth
(God damn our souls,
God damn our birth).

But up they sprang
to walk again
across the bridge
and into town.

[[ It's a story about alien invaders, of course, or at least that's what it looks like on the surface. But it's really about racism and xenophobia, in case that's not obvious. Any strange grammar, etc., is intentional. Every sound matters. ]]

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