like religions

They just came down
from the cervix in the sky.
Traveled the familiar path
of child birth and lighting.
Where all changes come from.
Openings.

We expected ten.
But the first was just to pierce
the thin cloud hymen.
The other nine made it to flesh.
Hardly a flinch.

We were warm blooded
and breathing once.
Good mammals.
Now we are caught.
Always in need of saving.