Science Fiction Honeymoon

A man with a zipper neck
Waited intently on the bed
To lose his marbles.

His bride was certifiable
Dozing in a soundproof booth
In her bathrobe.

It was the first evening
Of their arranged marriage,
The first night alone.

Before any space journey,
Or expedition to the center
Of the earth,

A physician with a fake
Austrian accent
Must listen over their bodies

With a stethoscope
From a child’s set.
A funny bone was malformed,

Spare ribs were missing,
And each astronaut
Had a broken heart.

They were still cleared
For landing, minds secretly
Possessed by alien control.

There they are with animal eyes
Walking like zombies
Toward each other in the dark room.

It was now time for the voiceover.
Earth had been rendered inhabitable.
Space was also a vacuum.

Even women get the curse
On a pleasant evening homemaking,
Thinking of the plot.