The Abduction

We never talk about the abduction.
The heart-leaf yard has ears.
Even in the pink candlelit hush of the bedroom
We never gave it a name,
What happened on that platinum table
Under those ambivalent eyes,
Through the calm, alien narrative voices.

Paralysis, necessary to prevent injury.
Anesthesia, merciful.

I wonder what the hell kind of world
They came from,
That it did not occur to their hive mind
To render us amnesiac.

Ah, it could only be
A world to which
They can never return.
We hold this in common with Them.