I arrived on a beam of light,

a wailing siren

The scouts took me up from my sleep

Their hands were smooth and blue,

but their appendages were strong

Put me down on a mechanical bed,

Probed me, stuck me

Looked down on me with wide dark eyes

I felt their judgement

On the ceiling are shining orbs

They whisper and glare,

In a strange tongue

I don’t understand

They take me every week

Their scouts leave for more,

More folk to bring back,

Back to the mothership

I can’t move,

They did this

I need my meds,

They refuse

No, their experiments

More important than my pain

With their machines

Fierce and matte,

The whirl of the gears,

The silence of the halls

Nude, alone, forgotten,

They let me go,

I return to Earth,

Until the next time,

Until the sun chariot

Comes for me again