Alien Beauty
by Guy Antibes
Two tentacles of pink and green
Festooned with some metallic sheen.
With gossamer threads of silky blue,
Then speckled with an eye or two…
A bulbous bottom sheathed in pink,
A thorax green completes the link
With painted plates o’er genitalia,
Our beauty moves on silv’ry cilia.
Next on stage a shimmering tube
Discreetly hid, a wat’ry boob.
The filmy, wav’ring yellow robes
Accentuate the eye-sac lobes.
And now the winner comes to view
With spots of pulsing chartreuse hue.
The fins contained in golden sheath;
The shining, filed, and so-sharp teeth,
The compound eye with lashes long,
The eyestalk, red. There’s nothing wrong
With pincers clicking to the beat
Of movements made by orange feet.
The crowd erupts in massive cheer.
These males cry out and then they leer!
And then they rush our pulsing queen
And eat the winner… pick her clean.
