Last Encounter Poem by sreedevi sadasivan

He came down from the stars in his evil ship
His long green hands carried the seeds of destruction
My eyes protested, how dare you touch our earth
our only space, home, heaven.
What made you cross the line of conscience?
greed? power? or simply fun?
He read my eyes and raised his voice
every living soul in the cosmos knows the tale
How this beautiful green earth turned brown
how the lichens turned soot
how the ice melted to sea
how you dug your mother’s grave
You lost the right to lift your eyes
you must have stone in your heart
to still hold up your head so high
suddenly I felt my lips sewed up
and my head bowed in shame
I watched him as he turned his hands, slowly.