Assimilation
a poem
The bridge all broken, scattered sparks and bones,
and klaxons break the shrieks of crew
and metal.
The captain’s eyes, like I’ve never seen,
all whites and panic as his ship falls dim
and silent.
Phasers cut and hiss the air, ozone razors burn my eyes,
and I can’t see but feel their grip, so cold, so strong
and cruel.
Their technology, under my skin, corrupts my nerves,
I remember my wife’s face, resistance, so weak...
and futile.
