Aliens Revisited

I've re -worked Aliens, from the last meeting and it would be very helpful to me if I could have your comments. Have I improved it ? I'm really not sure. I'm reasonably happy with the first four sections but I'm still struggling with the rest. I've included the original version for comparison
Thanks.

Geoffrey

ALIENS (revised)

Do not trust them:

they will whisper that they are the same as you,

will beg your love.

But do not trust them:

secretly, they desire what you already have.

Do not trust them:

See their impure, tinted skins

And their dark, misshapen eyes!

Beware their outlandish clothes,

shut your ears to the harsh music of their speech,

deny their savage gods.

They have their place in this wide world:

on some unseen page in the atlas,

in cities lost in the gazetteer

beginning with Z or X,

where no tourists prance and click

or roll lustily on warm sands.

Places where eyes do not meet,

and scrawled names fade

on the walls of silent, bloodied cells.

Thrust them back -

better that their bones roll in the wash of our surf.

As for those who, against all odds,

Arrive wide – eyed and smiling on our shore -

seal their lips with barbed wire.

ALIENS (original version)

Do not trust them:

they will whisper that they are the same as you,

will beg your love.

But do not trust them:

secretly, they desire what you already have.

Do not trust them:

See their impure, tinted skins

And their dark, misshapen eyes!

Beware their outlandish clothes,

shut your ears to the harsh music of their speech,

deny their savage gods.

They have a place in this wide world, oh yes,

on some unseen page in the atlas,

in cities lost in the gazetteer

beginning with Z or X;

places where no tourists prance and click

or roll lustily on warm sands.

Places where shit and blood hang heavy in the air,

where testicles are crushed in cold, stone cells.

Send them back.

Here we want no other truth than that

Which reaches us in waves invisible, minute

Stripped of bone, flesh and blood

safe signals of reality, nothing more.

We desire no history to haunt our present

Save the myths glimmering on our screens.

As for those who, against all odds,

Arrive wide – eyed and smiling on our shore -

seal their lips with barbed wire.

Better their bones roll in the wash of our surf,

better they had never lived.