Ann Hodges, 1954
[only person known to have been struck by a meteor]
talk about wrong place at the wrong time.
Out watering the petunias on a golden summer’s
evening, when out of a clear sky...
That glancing, blackened bruise on her hip
like a shark’s taken a bite out of her
and disliked the taste.
On the other hand an inch or two
to the right and she’d be a goner.
Space dust. She picks herself up.
Could’ve made a mozza
on the live chat show circuit,
but given it’s the fifties
and colour tv’s only just been invented
there’s probably hoovering to be done.
The mess that meteor’s made of the front
yard, on its way to one in a billion.
Poor Ann. Just her luck.
Alien germs all over her.
Scrubbed down in the radiation tent.
Ruined a good dress too.