We race out
Of the alien ship
Weapons in tow,

Our babies
Strapped against
Our armored chests.

Ahead is either
Death or a new life,
We cannot say.

After all,
They blew up our planet
And brought us here

As food—
But we fought back
And blew them away.

Now, we take
Our first tentative steps
Onto their land

And watch their people
Rapidly wilt away.
They never imagined

We’d annihilate them
By merely breathing,
Our skin shedding.

But the foliage remain,
Unchanged by our bacterium.
Perhaps, we can stay.