On Not Being Captain Kirk Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

maybe he was human
couldn't reveal his dreams

downloaded as a podcast
a quirk of natures schemes

as portions of breakfast goodness
are spooned from bowl to lip
sends folic-acid and riboflavin
flooding to his finger-tips

sees the moon jog-in through the double-glazing
as the teapot says a prayer
for feverish with ball-point blazing
who fills-in another square

as a shadow crosses the sudoku
which can't be printers-ink
a reminder perhaps from you-know-who
we're closer than we think

to blast-off from our comfort
in our space-ship Planet Earth
and though maybe not quite human
he'll have residual worth