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The X Files Poem By Rafael Campo

The X Files Poem By Rafael Campo

In search of them—the aliens we don’t
know whether we should fear or hate—the stars
look puzzled by the gruesome murder scene.
I want to love them, touch them, but I can’t.
The world I live in seems as damned as theirs.
The government denies all knowledge. Soon
the terrible conspiracy begins
unraveling; the aliens we hate
and fear are colonizing us the way
that cancer does. The stars, forever in
the kind of conflict desire can create,
look puzzled when they recognize its face.
We search, we search, for something that we think
is killing us. The cancer in a gland,
the alien with terrible black eyes,
the government whose politicians stink
of some conspiracy. Here is my hand,
Mulder—take me. Here, Scully, is the lie—
destroy it. All of us are aliens
no other understands. The world is full
of stars like me, each one no universe
can hide. Once I was abducted. My sins
were all erased, but they were clinical
in their precision when they stole my voice.

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