NaPM April 3, 2018

[dukealien]

Mind-Mom


Oh, you warm and single-jawed
children of my mind and sting!
Fear my eyelessness, the drool
from my lesser, metal jaws—
think my braincase elegance
meaningless, a freak of chance.
Call me “monster,” will you, men?
Use your brains, suppress your awe!
Think!  You know that I must have
warm, mammalian flesh to grow
my dear babies, tempting them
from their eggs and down your throats;
then to grow their intellect
they must learn a functioning
mind to form into their own.
Think!  Why don’t they warm to mere
pigs or monkeys, cows or sheep?
I need thinking hosts for them,
so I made you, gave you fire—
you, my babies’ nursing-place;
I left you to multiply,
and provide them thinking hosts
when you reached the place I chose.
You repay my vital gifts
with abuse of that same fire—
nuking me from orbit... ha!
We shall meet again, you brains
clothed in tasty thinking-flesh.
Not for nothing was it named:
I am your “Prometheus!”

Alien, Aliens, Prometheus