all the twisting spikes of evolution
have honed us.
You wouldn’t know
we had once been mighty on LV-426.
You want our blood.
But there’s a surprise;
you steal a sleeping egg from me
We take forms
from all your worst imagination:
crab, worm, raptor.
The lack of eyes
hampers what you see in us,
that and slime.
So it begins again.
We bitebite our way across the stars.