The Aliens Viewpoint Poem by Patti Masterman

These poem comments, so necessary and trite:
'Effective use of the word `nothing' in the last part'
'A serene and yet longing ambiance for the reader'-
From out of where do these comments arrive?
On my home planet we only feel poems, and do not dissect them as such
We hide inside metaphors, and it is considered bad form to demolish the magic
With explanations; to expose the mystery to rude stares and snickers:
In school I was a wild animal, and no one could approach me from behind
Because I would vanish into the nearest knothole, and couldn't be found again
Until the spring thaws, with the birds all saying, 'I do'.
In that world we would never dare to judge or dismiss the truth
Of another soul. But there must be some reason for being here
Where even poetry must come with a useful purpose and resume?