At night I sometimes look up and then I see
The stars moon planets and the rest
Shining up there and staring down at me
Leaning nearer for the view that is best.
I see what was not there previously
A speck, a dot, a civilisation.
Then it landed on my street noisily
Men came out, tearing through next door’s carnations
They invaded my garden, broke my door
Went through my kitchen, my living room too
I could hear their feet, going across my floor
Coming up my stairs, what would they do?
Then I turned round and then I became dead
Because those aliens shot off my head.