[the surviving alien remembers nourishment]
how it would sit in the mouth absorbed through membranes
held against digestive membrane the slow pleasure of it
seeping across digestive membrane
one substance used again and again
so many to nourish such satisfaction seeping inward
shared among such multiple beings all aspects of each other
I've been working on poems centered on whatever did or didn't happen in/near Roswell NM in June/July 1947. This poem is from the (if any) surviving alien (if any).