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Aliens (Poem)

"The skeletal white army has landed"

Aliens (Poem)

The latest chapter
In the Irish Book of Invasions
Stalking the hillsides
One-legged giants
Three arms in slow semaphore
To opposite horizons

The skeletal white army
Has landed
But they mean us no harm
The wind is their food
And light is their gift to us

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