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From the backseat
we stopped to watch
the best part of the show

The part where the spaceships
come crashing down
while the people,
scared and huddled,
sing hymns,
waiting for the end.
But it never comes.

From under the seats
and over the mirror
we pieced ourselves back together.

While the people,
dumbfounded,
came from the churches
and watched the little men
stumble from their ships and die.