She’s a collection
Of flesh, blood and bones
Assembled in the form of the human body
Garnished in an assortment of rare clothes
Oh, she’s a creature of some sort
That much cannot be denied
For she’s certainly breathing
And I see the light in her eyes
But something is strange
Within the depths of her being
And on the surface it shines
Unashamed, always seeing
Alien
I swear she must be
For the alien in her
Has greeted the alien in me
What a splendid reunion
What a horrific scene
For when the planet we exist on
Meets the end of all that’s green
I’ll chortle with my alien
And she’ll be laughing at me