THE 3I ATLAS POEMS
NEIGHBOUR
my neighbour
is sitting on his verandah
hoping, waiting
for a personal visit
from 3I ATLAS
imagining it will help
him crush
his enemy, me
in our current
yard-border war
he wonders
how advanced it be
whether it be
alien
artificial intelligence
or beyond conception
and whether
after they have disposed of
with contemptuous ease
and outlandish cruelty
they will
load him up for guided
trip to
the stars
explaining everything
exhaustively in
at least
one of
our eleven
official languages
whilst he
sinks brandies and coke
through
wormhole after
wormhole
as his mind
and territorial ambitions
in parallel expand
to landholding planet-
size
if not entire galaxy itself
****
3I
piece of
space rock
encroaching
if that be the correct verb
for thing absolutely
shunting it
fastest of the insanely fast
top of its class
which
speed and
basically everything else
our state of the art
Maths and Physics
can
say nothing about
every thesis and
theorem instantly
black holed
pure nickel
pure nickel
not even conceivable unless
metallurgy manufactured
Nature
caught us napping
never told us
how much out
there is
left field
things like that
keen to just fly by
take
a good luck at us
(though
without brain, without
eyes
probabilistic freak out
presumably most certainly)
****
WOW!
The “Wow” signal was a strong, narrowband radio signal detected in 1977 by Ohio State University’s Big Ear radio telescope. It lasted 72 seconds and was notable for its intensity and frequency, matching that of neutral hydrogen. Initially, many thought it could be a transmission from extraterrestrial life, but recent research suggests it was likely caused by a natural phenomenon. Harvard astrophysicist Avi Loeb claims that the point of origin of the Wow sign coincides with the trajectory of interstellar comet/visitor CI ATLAS, arguing that there is a 99% likelihood that CI ATLAS was the source of this signal.
wow!
so much to talk about
so
little to see
thanks to the space
agencies shutdown
thanks to
information control
a silence like
in deep space (remember
the Alien film tagline?)
in space you
cannot here
the flustered physicists
fumble their screams
when they release
the pictures they are
hiding,
hoarding
(not wishing for paradigms
to crack wide open)
going to have to
rewrite the text book
take a serious inventory
of our
own anomalies
3I listening, observing,
as we
are the ones that sublimate
sad to see
the possible end of
so much fantasy,
speculative fiction
this
whatever it is
come to
enquire what
is wrong with
our wiring
what in our engineering
could have
gone so haywire
become so
utterly shame-faced
the year of the snake (my
year) sending its
biggest anaconda
possibly about to
unravel its coils
decelerate to our speed
sling-shooting by
the Sun
at perihelion (superconjunction)
time to
play chicken, say hello
head-on
then feel free to ask it
why such odd outgassing
what
it did with its tail
before
(following the cliche
enshrined
in the convention)
it ask
to be taken
to our leader (assuming
they could
not possibly
mean Trump)
and now you tell me
Professor Avi
that
this be the author
of the WOW! radio message
that
earth-shattering cosmic howl
there back in
the silver
jubilee anarchy punk era
thing from
Sagittarius here
playing a guitar riff
(fuzz-pedal)
upon
our cognitive dissonance
coming to cast aspersions on
our back
tracking sense
of trajectory
or so
they do tell us
those channeling its wave-length
if not
fuse us into
single starchild, over-
populate the galaxy
with
over eight billion
give us
the Kubrick monkey reset
(shred
all nuclear pathways)
make us
look
cosmically stupid
(got to
be demonic anything
threatening to
re-shape us blockhead)
all our
PR teams working
flat out to
stymie
that eventuality
on
maximum alert
brand consumer capitalist
Earth to
be saved at all costs
Stairway
to Heaven?
wow!
Xclosest we are ever
going to get to
angelic
music of the spheres