Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill, Watching and waiting in the moonlight until The aspens' leaves quite suddenly grew still, No longer quaking as the disc descended, That glowing wheel of lights whose coming ended All waiting and watching. When it landed The ones within it one by one came forth, Stalking out awkwardly upon the earth, And those who watched them were confirmed in faith: Mysterious voyagers from outer space, Attenuated, golden—shreds of lace Spun into seeds of the sunflower's spinning face— Light was their speech, spanning mind to mind: We come here not believing what we find— Can it be your desire to leave behind The earth, which even those called angels bless, Exchanging amplitude for emptiness? And in a single voice they answered Yes, Discord of human melodies all blent To the unearthly harmony of their assent. Come then, the Strangers said, and those who were taken, went.
Charles Martin - 1942-
Easter Sunday, 1985
To take steps toward the reappearance alive of the disappeared is a subversive act, and measures will be adopted to deal with it. —General Oscar Mejia Victores, President of Guatemala In the Palace of the President this morning, The General is gripped by the suspicion That those who were disappeared will be returning In a subversive act of resurrection. Why do you worry? The disappeared can never Be brought back from wherever they were taken; The age of miracles is gone forever; These are not sleeping, nor will they awaken. And if some tell you Christ once reappeared Alive, one Easter morning, that he was seen— Give them the lie, for who today can find him? He is perhaps with those who were disappeared, Broken and killed, flung into some ravine With his arms safely wired up behind him.