Drone Mothership

By Noel S. Williams

The drones came from a foreign mothership, said Congressman Jeff Van Drew,

was it hovering just offshore, or a vessel from outer space with an alien crew?

Launched in 1977, Voyagers 1 and 2 spacecraft are now transiting interstellar space,

They sport Golden Records with tempting maps showing our cosmic place.

For weeks the space probes went dark while their radio frequencies sputtered;

The curious cosmic travelers duly spotted them, upon their transmitters they tinkered.

Relative to pulsars, Earth’s cosmic coordinates are decipherable in the onboard pictograph,

It’s a welcome invitation to pillage and plunder weak humanoids, they cannot help but laugh.

A speck in the void, our Pale Blue Dot now shines through the encompassing dark,

Amused aliens now know the way, intent to “drill, baby, drill” when they disembark.

Rare-Earth minerals, fuels, various edibles, and plenty of water they’re seeing,

They’re likely covetous, not intent on a friendly powwow with inferior beings.

Their mothership materializes, then engages its shadowy stealth in our troposphere,

Unleashing their surveilling drones, now we’re all aflutter, consumed with human fear.

We advertised our location, graciously allowing the grateful grabby aliens to read our map,

Now they're trekking through space to their Earthly waystation to give us a vaporizing zap. 

By Noel S. Williams