Analysis of S.O.S

the military airplanes circle six times overhaed
 before deciding to land.
Bouncing red flames billow thick, black smoke,
making it extremely difficult for the rescuers
to grope around, in vain hope of finding our fragile bodies
sprawled haphazardly across the sandy, isolated island.
I sense strong, muscular arms supporting my clouded head which sways as he trudges slowly
with my semi-conscious body.
I refuse to hang on any longer, and succumb deeply into the brother of sleep.
Soon my lifeless corpse will be glared at by a room
full of masked aliens
who will dissect every aspect of my
prior mortality.