Waiting
out the windows
seagulls land
the pool of stone
islands on a flat top roof

everyone shuffling their
hands talking on the
cells
new arrivals
new leaving
the happy receptionist
taking incoming

I stare at the pamphlets
read the magazine
titles

trying too remember
when I first noticed
the first signs
when it became
obvious
shouted of its
arrival

still I took no
action
reveled instead
waking to ready
the missions run
slips of paperwork
routine of dress
proper protocol

health regulations
finally confirmed
it in a re evaluation
for service tests

I was pulled off
the shuttle lines
thrown into the
dark pending
more tests
Mandatory

I had been
put ahead
for the migration
new plan
expanding
territories
exspulsion
via the Sword
of Might
my ship was
a freighter
but we dropped
unclaimable fuel
on the alien land
during re entry
They were brilliant
and peaceful
and completely
defenseless

Our ship 'The Cortez'
which we nicknamed
'The Cortex'
was the point
we were all going to
be heros for the
great new nation
to last a millenium
once the symbolic
gesture for our
"God" was complete

I had visited the
Warm Home
various times
it was sanctioned
and come recomended
cross species relation
we did not fear them
before the shadow
of the battle was well
underway
the great spring and
fall accomplishments

but then the rumors
started too announce
themselves
the captians started
to be removed from
the line ups
entire crews were
missing and on
Special activities
leave

but the shuttles from
our dying planet
kept up...we had
found utopia
a vision from
our intellectual
servants of the Great One

now the Great One
said there was a curse
a sacrifice of the few
for the advancement
too the many

I walked into
the sun....
I had been given
the news
I was dying
or wished I
was dead
Like our planet we
had poisoned there
was nothing they
could do
I was prohibited
from travel
stripped of rank
restricted lower
then civilian

and we were
dissappearing
Poetry was a sign
they said of the
infestation
Free thinking
and radicalism
were forbidden
one outspoken
word and one
simply was taken
away by the Quiet
Squads in the
night

too loud and familys
went too
"Emigration"
they called it

culling they said

I was a member
and now
I was
One of Them
the untouchable ones
..