Sparrow Egg

by Thomas D. Reynolds


The crash site
is so remote none
notice the spacecraft,
nor the alien still
at the controls
fused into the wreckage.
The large swollen eyes
and oblong head
are turned to the sky,
as if to glance
once more at its path
through the atmosphere.
Its mouth remains frozen
with a last scream of pain
or first gulp of poisoned air.

Copyright © 2005 by Thomas D. Reynolds

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