A SHORT POEM ABOUT THE MOVIE ‘ALIEN 3’
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From my Mother’s sleep I fell into the state,
And hunched in my cryotube till my wet fur froze.
Six trillion miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to the black thing; the nightmare, fighting.
When I died, they watched me burn while the sun rose.
- ‘Mother’ of course being a multi-layered reference to the Nostromo’s shipboard computer, the process of birth itself, and Lieutenant Ripley’s own conflicted status as a mother. (With apologies to Randall Jarrell and Kate DeBolt — il miglior fabbro.)
- The fur, fluid, water — again, allusions to birth, as well as Ripley’s own waterlogged crash-landing on the frozen Fiorina “Fury” 161.
- Approximately six trillion.
- The “black thing” — the alien, the bug, the xenomorph, as well as the darkness of the primordial conflict itself.
- Ripley’s death in the furnace, her shaved head; these bring to mind Joan of Arc (naturally), as well as the Fisher King (who died that his land might have life), and also From Ritual to Romance and Star Trek II. …I leave it to the scholars, poets, and readers of the future to elucidate the rest.