beyond our power

In light of what a pain in the ass 
has been, you've decided not to let 
ten strangers fend for themselves
against a man in a rubber suit 
called a space alien, in a British 
science film from the sixties. It 
came from a crack in the wall 
and is still whispering as if 
the wind could find its way 
in the dark on a night like this. 
At the end, everyone comes back
alive and takes turns on stage, seated, 
soberly assuring you that it's all okay, 
none of this is real. And it isn't. You 
know - you've known since shortly 
after it was said. It couldn't be real. 
We wouldn't be watching it like this, 
coming towards you, nothing we can 
do will change what happens - we'd 
be living it. Maybe then we could 
have done something.