We're Unaware They're There (..So At Best Say A Prayer) Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

They always leave a slight flaw in their ware
like a crooked weave in the fabric they wear

But they wear so little...
and it's hard to see where

They slip through the air with hardly a tear
and travel at speeds that we cannot compare

They aren't known for their humor
and I've never seen them show any fear
They seem to exist without having a care

I know that you don't even know that they're here
because I've seen you see them up close
and your curious eyes met theirs with a stare

You heard them... You smelled them

They took you to their world
and gave you a scare

You touched them... You held them

and you were still... Unaware