We see you.
You are what your Anglos call “humans.”
We can tell by the way you move about
and the noises that you make.
You build machines that fly
to nearby planets and machines
that kill your own species.
Your home teems with sustenance,
yet many wither and die
as other humans thrive.
You seek other life
yet don’t know
how to live your own.
We wait to see you open your eyes,
then maybe you will see us.
The Smith Compound 