The Implant Poem by Paul Warren

His memory of the day was strange
With snippets of things he tried to arrange
There was a blinding light
And then an unearthly face that wasn't right

An instrument came from above
And punctured his neck with a jerking shove
Then things went blank from that time on
Until he awoke in bed to the morning radio song

He felt his neck and the lump there
That worried him with the alien device flair
His local GP wanted to do some tests
But he thought it was better to let it rest

Now at night he has fateful dreams
Of places and things that were so extreme
You see there are alien worlds circling round
And other civilisations that humans haven't found.

© Paul Warren Poetry