Helicopter!

That familiar sound of a helicopter approaching

out of nowhere its search light focused.

Down onto a desolate and lonely moorland

quickly joined by a second one.

But what is the true intention of their task

as a figure looks up wearing a mask.

No ordinary being sitting there in isolation

as soldiers approach with guns.

Nearby a circular craft of unknown origin

lays damaged amongst rough grass.

Away from the view of a watching public

the covert operation is slick.

Taken alive the alien is roughly removed

put into a third chopper nearby.

Two other bodies are bagged and tagged

the sight is cleared of any evidence.

Reports of an object seen falling denied

once again the military have lied.

How many incidents have really occurred

the public know nothing about.

The real truth of an extra terrestrial existence

rather than endless misinformation.

Was Roswell fact or fiction what is area fifty-one

when will no more tales be spun?

The Foureyed Poet.

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