“Dedicated to our Lord and Savior,
“David Bowie,
“Who dwelleth on Mars.”
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A food Service Worker at Federal Chicken and
Donuts, 2018 CE
This Alien Skin,
Beneath a facsimile of a more Earthly self
I cannot claim my own.
It itches.
Meat tastes funny here. Not enough grey matter.
They only eat food animals and plants. They do not consume
the dead to honor their ancestors.
I wait for greyrain.
The greyrain comes, its acid was dissolving foodthings. We
cannot drink puddles for days. We eat what the Overs left behind.
Parasite face with tentacle of mourning. Fell from the sky
last night. It glistens in the iron sun, a silhouette at dusk and dawn.
White tendrils echo. The greyrain stops.
Somewhere, the real Starman is smiling.