When the ship crash-landed
on the blue and green planet,
we thought,
at first,
that a terrible tragedy
had befallen us,
and we
had failed.
* * *
But
then we learned
that our mission
was
complete.
* * *
Like the youths of Athena
sent to the mighty Minotaur
we were to be the feast
for the aliens’ yearly tribute.
* * *
Here, though,
there is no maze,
and we merely wait
in a caged yard.
* * *
Turkeys,
waiting for Thanksgiving. *
About the Author: Katherine Sanger has had poetry published in Star*Line, Beginnings, and That Thing You Do. She won first place in Byline’s “Autumn Poem” contest and Sol Magazine’s “Lucky Thirteen” contest. She has had fiction published in Baen’s Universe, Black Petals, and others.
Email: ksanger@fromtheasylum.com
Website: http://katsanger.wordpress.com/
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