The Bowing Millennium Miracle Poem by Erhard Hans Josef Lang

Three young kids from hillside Madagascar, a boy
and his smart elder sister while
showing the ways of the world to their big-headed
infant sibling
took to a windy plateau of slashed high plains
for some breezy repose
from the wanderings in the heat of day.

There in that pocket of valley,
near the place of the Mada kids' reposing
the pilot of an aeromobile
flitting through skies from
continents way over yonder,
suddenly suffering a fit of
mechanical heart trouble,
deemed it proper to
venture his one last possible recourse
out of his high-daring carrier's
impending exitus terminal,
a safely ended emergency landing.

'Hey Rija, look, what is
this? ! ' cried Noro, the boy,
who first noticed their
alien surprise visitation.
'Here comes a giant bird, oh
look how huge it is!
But doesn't it look dull-eyed? ?
It seems to settle here,
where there's no waters nor woods.
What for? ? ? '
'Oh look! ', exclaimed
Rija, 'it's opening its entrails.'
'Oh yes, it seems terribly over-fed
and feels like disposing of
its waste out here.'
'It has preyed and fed on living beings, ones
just like you and me,
see this!
And they are still alive and
yet moving. The bird must
be coming from the
Southern polar land of
penguins with its cold
sunless caves.'
'Yes, their faces are all lime-gray,
just like of those stone-washed
strange white cave-lizards
that never see the day of light,
down there at the far end on our
neighbour island Nosy Bee.'

'Now this monster of a bird
seems to have recovered,
look, Rija! '
'It instantly healed its open
skin wound up after gushing out
its litter, but look, there it
seems set aflame, all red
all of a sudden.'
The plane exploded.
- - - - - -
'Our folks in the village
won't believe us, if we tell
them what we've seen! ! '
'The real big giants seem to
also catch gigantic
sick fevers. Have you ever
heard of any of us
going through such a terrible
attack of bad fever,
that, before giving up his spirit,
even his very body were
burnt away wholly
by the inner flames,
like this giant's? '
'But now, just look at these
objects of cave-dweller
faces, ridded out the dying
giant before, and their strange
thick hairy leaves
all wrapped around them.'
'Oh yes, they are coming
towards us, all with their
feet shod in kind of camel-hoofs.'
'And they're all flapping
some kind of shiny toy
gadgets in the sun. What is
THIS? '
'It looks like mirrors with
boxes attached that they're flipping.
What for are the boxes on the mirrors?
Maybe they can trap the mirrored
image inside the box.
Just remember the magic box
of old Shaman
Andranantana,
he can do many more things
than just keeping your image
in his box.'
'But why would THESE here, aliens,
cavern folks from far away,
be doing this, flapping magic
mirrors here on our fathers' lands? '
'We're lucky that we called
early this morning again
our loving spirits and elves.
They will stand by our side.
These here might want to
disown our lands or
own our souls -
but don't be afraid, Rija,
our spirits and elves will
never forsake us.
Their very lives is the joys
in life with us as tending to
them, while they, in return,
are playing with us at will,
by their powers that they
will share with loyal servants
like you and me
in times of need.'
'Yes, heart of brother, thus
nothing to be afraid of!
Nothing could shake our
nature! !
We stand on grounds as
solid as can only be, with us the
happiest of hilltribe peoples
in the world.'

And the three young kids
from hillside Madagascar,
by that time, already were
hugging some of the
stranded white cave men,
before any of their miracle
boxes could have mirrored
off even one eye of their soul.
And all was alright with them
under the setting tropical sun.

The rest, what happened
from then on,
was all human,
as gigantical as
it was not for the birds.