Unidentified

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Unknown, but known;
Neat, but frightening
In the manner that
Death, in those final moments,
Enacts those last uncertainties.
Nothing adds up in this strange
Thought of those dwelling
In the undefined
Filling the skies 
In the upper realms,
Enough secrecy to
Drape a shield over the eyes.

Around four years ago,
Enough evidence drove me to belief
Raining sacred passages on my life
In the way they never had before.
And those texts changed my entire
Life for the better.

People watch those in the sky,
Heaven help us it isn’t hell
Engaging in an invasion.
No one can say that it is, but
Only the fool will say it isn’t.
My fear is that those lights are
Enough to keep us fixed on them.
No one drops their gaze
At the sight of proud spectacles.