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These Other Beings

Gary H. Howard

Douglas and Claudette

When they remember

What books taught us

From past ages

We will recreate

In a single work

The first collective

Memories of love

Those we thought

Had been erased

Or given

Thoughtlessly

To alien races

When then did

Humans first decide

To forget

What it meant for leaves

To fall sheepishly from space

Or the message

Carried forward by tears

The deep reordering

Of life itself

These other beings

That first came

Silently to us

They will be our heirs

Our only witnesses

To what they can only guess

But never know for sure