For an hour I was lost, joyously, in conspiracy -
The first episode of the new X Files had all I wanted, or needed -
There was the beautiful sinister flying saucer, crashing at Roswell - there were its remains, like the opened petals of a dark flower -
There was the laconic man in black, there was the naive scientist, cradling a dying grey -
There was Fox, older now, and jowly, yet still wounded -
There was Scully, still doubting, still beautiful -
There was the smoking man, enigmatic in a wood panelled room, a lackey holding a Marlboro up to the hole on his throat -
I sat back in my chair -
I remembered watching the original series with my dad -
He'd longed to see a flying saucer -
He'd gazed at the night sky above the Gare Loch -
The nuclear submarines slept in the dark water -
23.30
Tuesday 9 February 2016
The Old School a House
East Stoke
Dorset
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