Pitstop

Did in ancient days

Deftly made a craft arrive

Bearing beings from distant stars

Requiring elements to survive;

Rare earth ores that grew abundant

On our secret verdant rock

Where clawed beasts and furtive tribes

Tried vainly mask their shock.

Are you gods, or had they words,

Instead with care carved these men

In pelts of white for riding skies,

Where from these angels but heaven.