'Shelter,' said the green man, under the green roof, 'is in place.'
then the lights awoke, they were motion sensitive,
there were many more little green men now, they
twisted and walked into each other's faces, I looked down on them,
they grabbed at my cock, 'fuck you' they said,
'fuck yourself' I said, 'a man once asked why didn't
you just drop jeeps and kitchen appliances into vietnam? why
all the agents orange, guns, steel?'
'we don't have any women
around to fuck,' they answered, 'what did you expect us to do?'
'surveillance,' said a disembodied green voice, 'is a state.'
then the lights dimmed, we had been still for some time,
there were many unseen bodies around me, they
vibrated in their rigidity becoming each other's faces, I could feel them,
they filled my lungs with their hands, 'we know' they whispered,
'who told you?' I said, "I was going to say something eventually
I only read it in a book, I never thought to do it myself, it was my
favorite Twilight Zone episode is all.'
'we don't have finks without
dismembered cocks,' they hissed, 'where should we stick this end?"
'lies,' carved the green hands in green stone, 'bury the dead.'