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A Long Voyage
©2018, Olan L. Smith
My nurse and I wash you in our tub; a strange being
We found on a world light years away.
As we scrub you, you squeal in terror;
We are powerful; you can't fight us,
Perhaps we are gods to you. We are
A curious species. We find something new we want
To understand it. Conceivably, when we put you in our
Tub you thought we were going to boil you alive; you
Know like long-pork for dinner. I see
The terror in your eyes as I groom you. You
Soil the tub with your excrement, poor being
You die of fright in our arms. We are sorry, pig-faced man;
My nurse turns up the burner as she grabs the cleaver,
No use wasting meat on a long voyage.
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Olan L. Smith's Short Stories
Short StoryI have, over time, written many short stories,"Short-Shorts" as they are call by some, and by request I am putting them together into one collection for my readers; I will be adding to it as time allows. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan
