The Visitor

Concrete ribbons scar the precious landscape.
Shiny machines, noise emanating, belch their effluent aloft.
Structures non conform, aggravating the scars.
Vapours gather in a poisonous haze, fouling the horizon.

Eyes wide, mind aware he moves, assessing the clutter.
He observes the beings as they procrastinate and dither.
One machine breaks another, the beings scream and rage
Disguised beings point sticks threateningly, other beings cringe.
Anger is appeased with wads of paper.
He moves on – confused.

The midday sun sears a crumbling desert city.
A beautiful being sits at an eating habitat.
She touches her belt and disintegrates, destroying all in proximity.
Death and misery follow, acrid smoke spreads, chaos lingers.
Metal insects hover over the desert landscape sending stinging messages.
Beings flee, some crawl; some stay silent and still.
He moves on – frightened.

Giant structures of glass and steel probe the atmosphere.
The day begins clear and bright, beings appear more harmonious.
Machines still clutter, buzz and poison the air.
A giant flying machine appears crashing into a huge structure.
Beings die in hundreds, falling choking; the structure collapses.
Another flying machine appears and the same happens.
He moves on – mystified.

He travels afar in search of a perfect locale.
A tropical island, white sands, blue lagoon sparkling in the sun.
No haze, no noise, no machines to poison the air.
Crystal waters cascade down a mountainside into a clear bubbling stream.
Lush green vegetation enhances the landscape, animals graze free.
The spell is broken as a mechanical noise approaches.
A flying machine appears, an object falls into the lagoon.
The beauty is destroyed as a mushroom cloud obliterates the clear sky.
Dead sea life floats on muddy, sizzling waters.
He moves on – horrified.

He returns to his starting point and lingers in fear.
Night falls, noises abate, a gentle breeze calms him.
A distant star glitters, beckoning him home to siblings and wife.
He waves a three fingered hand and his capsule hatch opens.
He enters, grateful to be setting departure coordinates.
He sighs, his mission a failure, the conclusion destroyed the dream.
This is no place for intelligent life.

The Visitor


Lower Templestowe, Australia

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Artist's Description

A chilling look at our world today. Is this how a visitor from another planet would see us??



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