Poems for Monsters #6: The Borg

Data come down and seduce
these Borg away

they’re building a colony
on the corner lot

and I know I shouldn’t
judge

but what the hell? Their house
is a giant metal cube

They ruin every barbecue
with their folk songs

and have you smelled a Borg on a hot day?

They say their connections
corrode in a bath

but really
Data come down

and decode their molecular desires
into dumb atoms

We’ve been lost
ever since they came