by Liu Chengyu
On the top of Sky Mountain, avalanche rises
Something familiar, something cold but spicy, like
Countless golf balls, jumping, bouncing. Even deadly as the angel
Azrael, cannot resist gravity, advent, F=mg.
Spaceship crashes, E=mc2, summits disappear, swiftly like a thief.
Can you help me? Rescuers hear a muffled voice,
Dig into the white, a sardine can, an alien inside from the end of the milky way.
The alien wakes up, he can speak English, and tells them
Under the mountain, the rock pudding, sulfur mine, his favorite food.
But the alien tries other foods; he finds chili superbly tasty.
© 2016 Liu Chengyu
Liu Chengyu moved from China to San Diego six years ago, and loves poetry and doing research on biomolecules.
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