Nostromo

Deep space
farm race.
Cargo ship,
warning beep:

Seven beings,
grounded livings.
Sounds of phone,
dared unknown.

Found strange,
that’s danger,
hugging body,
disaster ready.

Taken onboard,
rushing horde.

Hungry automatic,
pop for one click.
Heart busted,
chest crusted.

Implant fled,
fire-met.
Cyborg involved,
Alien evolved.


Self-destruct,
mediated duct.
Violent attack,
outta contact.

She made it,
instinct rated,
I am bolder.
Word Her shoulder.

Extract one,
rest done.
Back to space,
keep face.