wand

from

the

shell

womb

what

do

I

do

with

you

?

do

I

touch

you

with

my

fingers

dry

from

space

?

do

I

grasp

you

to

use

your

power

?

you're

still

warm

and

sticky

from

your

egg

you're

gleaming

in

the

soft

light

the

tiny

stars

twinkle

outside

the

alien

mother

ship

but

inside

the

wet

wand

wiggles

in

my

palm

I

grasp

it

and

draw

with

a

slow

wave

in

the

air

a

circle

the

magic

sign

breaks

open

the

invisible

doors

in

the

spaceship

and

an

alien

gnome

stalks

through

I

think

it's

trying

to

smile

at

me

but

a

hideous

grin

cracks

its

face

I'm

not

scared

at

all

I

remember

my

wand

and

thrust

it

in

the

alien's

face

the

alien

opens

the

crack

in

its

face

to

scream

but

instead

it

is

vomiting

flowers

on

and

on

it

can't

stop

I

put

away

the

wand

and

gather

the

flowers

and

strew

them

over

the

flight

deck

of

the

alien

mother

ship

soon

the

floor

is

covered

with

thousands

of

baby

dinosaurs

browsing

grazing

quietly

in

the

sudden

spring

time

alpine

meadow

only

they're

not

dinosaurs

at

all

they're

the

next

stage

of

development

of

the

aliens

soon

the

little

dinosaurians

will

grow

up

into

humanoids

then

they

will

be

able

to

take

over

the

controls

of

the

ship

and

steer

it

toward

Earth