In our medical supplies lurks
small as silver dust
tiny machines, little healers.
Sent along as perks
Robot doctors that never rust,
any injury sealers.

We'll be passengers, won't we?
Trapped and waiting for our end.
We'll be passengers, won't we?
With no one our corpses to send.

What if the things become aware?
Built to dwell inside us
so we retain angry revolt.
Please, you must beware
Lost limbs, lost heads, it's not a fuss
What you eat will cause a jolt.

We'll be passengers, won't we?
Finding resources to heal.
We'll be passengers, won't we?
With nerves blocked, nothing bad to feel.

Healthy bodies need food to grow.
Growing brain is hard.
Micro-nutrients must be found.
You won't find a cow
on a planet without yard.
So eat of man, nice and round.

We'll be passengers, won't we?
Stalking babes and eating arms.
We'll be passengers, won't we?
Weep as you eat my fleshy charms

We will have to watch without help.
Yet With eyes and mouths borrowed still
Perhaps our mouths could still yelp
Though if mouths full it brings me chill

We'll be passengers, won't we?
Chasing down our former friends.
We'll be passengers, won't we?
Bringing about sore biter ends.

We'll be passengers, won't we?
Trapped and waiting for our end.
We'll be passengers, won't we?
With no one our corpses to send.