Pongo #40

Casenotes

(Found in seat D33, Screen 17 of the Cineworld Complex, Pinway Lane. Handwriting matches that of subject)

So today I watched myself die
beautifully in the arms of a soldier
from Venus, my head gash
the perfect compliment
to his crisp epaulettes and silver sash.
As I bled, onlookers rushed to encircle us,
shouting for help in Plutonian garble.
It was odd.
I'd never met these people. Things,
I mean. The kind of misshapen offcuts
you'd avoid like a flood. Frankly,
I wouldn't have pissed on their flaming tentacles,
yet they all rushed to find me
a doctor who spoke not just Earth
but American.