Thanks. I've got another poem from my collection, Welcome back to the Country, published by Seren.

This is about relationships, UFOs and comeuppance!

 

 

The (very) end

 

Now, if a fabulous UFO

broad as a postcode

dropped from the clouds and hovered

so tower block and office block aerials

tickled the anti-clockwise rotation of its gun-metal underside,

I wouldn’t wake you.

 

I would close the windows

so the sharp, collective intake

of everyone in the world wouldn’t rouse you

from your puffy sleep.

 

I’d unplug the phone so ex-friends and family,

inspired to give you the benefit of the doubt,

couldn’t let you know the news.

 

And I’d get dressed in the other room,

brass teeth clicking as I slowly zipped up.

I’d spread my weight on the stairs

and pull the door softly closed,

stepping out in socked feet

into the pink, humming glow of a second chance

 

leaving you, mouth wide like a dead rodent,

chocolate flecks and pasty crumbs

caught on stubble.

 

Between each snore

the whole of humanity

zooms a further thousand light years away from you.

This is our reward.