Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos

or underneath the messy stars

scattered on the canvas of night

Someone is victim of the vision

of suspicious forms skulking in the sky



They came, and will come again

Them, the unknown, the alien,

aboard their huge spaceships

Illuminating infinity



Perhaps are we only a subspecie,

an uncommon subject of scientific

experiences on earth's vast laboratory?

Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined



Are they the odd gods our ancestors once revered?

The sowers of our primitive civilizations?

Or merely witnesses of our self-destruction?



They have probably paced the earth

from a pole to the other ...

What lecagy remains of them

on this huninged sphere?



Our ridiculous selfishness

made us believe we were

the only life form in the Universe

To me, it's crystal clear we are not...



Cyborgs we already are

alloys of flesh and synthetic matters

Half-robots, half-humans

with our prosthesis and implants

Polluting our environment to sterilize it



Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres

nous qui distillons nos emotions pour les vendre?



Those interdimensional travellers

May be afraid of our madness.

Only when they'll land to stay

shall we at last realise the truth....