Descending in their fuzzy
microscopic
round green ships
with the red landing gear
trillions of them
darken the sky
oblivious of borders
our armies helpless
assault weapons
warheads
special forces
bravado and bluster
unable to protect us.
They do not say
“Take me to your leader”
for they know the leader is a fool.

The rich lease private jets
and head to
private islands
hoping to be safe from harm.

The aliens have come.
Some speculate
they’re not a hostile force
and their plan
made light-years away
was to bring good trouble —
just enough to wake us up–
though having arrived

and seen exactly

who we are

they may give more.