The Untouchable

Eager to show his collection of ants,

As well as his termites, scorpions and spiders.

Marching their way in a chaotic dance,

All kept safe within their plastic sliders.

Not uttering a word but watching intently,

The alien listened to everything said.

Putting its hand on the human gently,

It beckoned him to hurry and move on ahead.

With a serious face, full of remorse,

And speaking gravely in a hushed tone.

The young man pointed to a pile of corpses,

Shaking his head he uttered a groan.

He explained to his friend, who was all ears,

That this was all the work of a deadly killer,

The fungi that spread was like the sum of all fears,

Like a heist gone wrong in a horrible thriller.

Lifting the lid, the alien reached,

Inside the cage to the peculiar bloom,

As he touched it, something was breached,

And silence instilled around the room.

Out of his hand, spores blew into the air,

As if the alien and the fungi were one.

The young man slowly sat in his chair,

Not understanding what the alien had done.

And as his eyes clouded over in mist,

His purpose in being was now to infect.

And on his head grew a lumpy cyst,

Ready to find people and the spores eject.

And as he left in search of hosts,

The alien picked up some scattered files,

Finished his mission to his kin he would boast,

And for the first time since landing he smiled.