When the Mothership Came
A Retelling Through Mother Tongue Abstractions
Up above is the old sky.
Mothership’s song echoed child’s ears.
My mother is calling me.
A mournful song in the sky.
The old sky hangs the old moon over.
Motherships’s song echoed through.
Echoed through.
Through the water.
The animal spends a lot of its time out over around the borders, hours by the window.
She floated in dark. Her wide eyes shut.
Her feelers were limp.
Song echoed through the water.
The old night sky exhales.
When the mothership came.