Alien Abduction.. Poem by Mark. A 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 alien abduction has taken place
A room somewhere is occupied.
And the child cries, covering its face.