Salient Saline Warning

I met an alien bathing in saline

It was quite the unexpected scene

he said, "Sir, my galaxy dweller

I'm not an accomplished seller

but offer for you and your kin

I have a redemption for my sin

A solution to planetary demise

Trust me, for I cannot tell lies

Bounded by truth, my vocation

Just decades is my estimation

That's just how long you have left

Before Earth becomes dearly bereft

My sin, please do not press me

It is my one regret, you see

Heed my advice, and learn love

As a symbol, I give you this dove

Show it to your leaders, peoples

Proclaim it from peaks, steeples

I gave into greed...hate—we all did

My people were moral, but we all slid

Slid so deep into depravity

failed to see the gravity

of the situation, of our existence

until it was too late, resistance

as they say, is futile, we were lost

so travel I went, to right at any cost

the ills of my people, to prevent others

from suffering the same, you, my brothers

in pain and anguish, on the cusp, the eve

of destruction unless you try to leave

but would that solve the problem?

Or would that shift the problem?

to another world, another space

a different planet with the same fate"

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: So, been reading my Nanowrimothingo from last year, ahead of this year's challenge and it's doing my head in. I need to do something with it. Not sure what. It's quite a strange piece to try and edit because it's epistolary and consists of lots of journal entries, transcript-style notes and poems etc. So, who knows. As it was written for Nanowriomo it's also massive, so would probably be divided up into chapters or something if I put it on Vocal.

Anyway. Reading over that led to me dipping into my "Not Just Now - Vocal - Writing Stuff" WIP folder where I stash things I am not sure when I want to do anything with them or if I know what to do with them. I actually uncovered a number of different things I will be using and putting to good use.

And also found this poem from August this year. Food for thought? Felt good enough to share, not terrible enough to waste.

Here are some other things: