From beyond the horizon
over the edge of the stars
they came
they came in peace
but we could hardly understand
they studied
they watched
they saw us sing
they saw us dance
and now it is time for face to face
the real first contact
an interstellar mixer

the drones and grinds
slide shift shuffle
with a hum and a beat
sliding pods and slipping feet
beneath the floor
the rumble drones
above the floor
the speakers hum
and we are awkward
as are they
their first party
a dance party
with the things from beyond the stars

a comedy
a tragedy
a hilarity in misunderstanding
or perhaps a stroke of genius
of a new vision for all
or maybe a warning in disguise