Hurtling through our atmosphere, the canister did crash
into the oily ocean (full of chemicals and trash).
The canister then opened to reveal calligraphy
in Martian, which began with introductions hopefully:
“Dear Earthlings, We are happy to receive your kind attentions.
And we are pleased to see your many marvelous inventions.
We would ask you reconsider fuel depots on Mars;
their plutonium emissions are producing ugly scars.
We didn’t mind the little toys that ran about our ground;
but SUVs are noisy and our wildlife do confound.
We beg of you, don’t bring your deadly weapons to our home.
If you fear for your safety why do you want to roam?
We hope you do not take offense at our polite request;
we truly do look forward to seeing you our guest.”
The Martian message floated for long years without reply,
because, you see, pollution had caused ev’ryone to die.
And so the Martians never had the chance to dialogue
with anything on Earth (except an old 3-legged frog).