sciencw fiction, poem, alien, poetry

GAZEBO

(the) gazebo
is a portal

can
whisk you away

transport to mainland,
ancient China

watch the Sengoku Jidai
run its course, take place

alter
the outcome if
you feel that way

and so no
war with Russia or
Pearl Harbor

no cities devastated
by nuclear fire

unless it is shipping things
across the galaxy at
faster than light speed
tickles
your fancy

like this insect-like, alien,
shapeshifting creature

its antennae so switched on
ready to receive

huge, biomechanical possibly,
perhaps even shape-shifting

pushing the boundaries
of what we
might conceive

here, outlandishly, to
communicate, negotiate,
wing
its way to our leader
dictate
surrender terms

or thrust us aeons ahead
as we crack the code
of its impossible technology

or stick you
with its stinger, run off
with genetic evidence

that others, no less curious
than our
so far limited species

might like to study
perhaps find

hard
to believe