O Human Hosts, What Big Teeth You Have
Nick Ozment
We had seen it a thousand times before, played out
on screens big and small: shiny saucers spewing bug-eyed aliens.
We were primed for planet conquering
conquistadors with death rays.
When they came they did look like bugs —
God help them — to us they did.
They settled in like Egyptian plovers
into the mouths of crocodiles.
They were symbiotic, but we were predacious.
Their freely offered technology we weaponized.
They will not be going back, God forgive us.
No, they will not be going home…But we will.
