Alien Abduction Ii Poem by Mark Heathcote

We are all on foreign soil
We are all alien to each other
Every touch and taste is Martian
So we scramble to make sense of it.
We differentiate we make allies
And draw up lists of enemies
We build tough external walls
And have locked internal doors
We are like desecrated graves
When a lover takes their leave
We don't know who is at home
Only that an abduction has taken place
A room somewhere is, occupied
And child cries covering its face.