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A Program for Survival
When what we thought was a distant star has fallen And hums in the last of the fields beyond the last Of the cities, we must approach it from a new Direction. Descending from the rooftops, leaving The helicopters idling in their harnesses, Peeling off the gas masks and instruments of torture, Let us walk into the country through the morning Darkness. Somewhere on the way let each of us Pause and hang his clothes on the branch of a fallen Tree. When we come together into the clearing, Let us form a ring of glowing human bodies Around the monstrous flying thing from another Planet that throbs and bristles with a thousand arms. By the light that strikes us from its fascinated Windows, we will see our enemies and neighbors Fleeced with a dozen shades of body hair, their pale Genitals unfolding delicate as tendrils Or tucking under them like smiles. Let us lie down With our lovers when we know them, falling on them Softly as possible, rocking with them, getting Up and turning to the future humming in the grass. As the salt of loving glistens on our bodies, Let us admire ourselves in the mirroring surface While the machine is gentled and admires us all.