Popsicle Exoskeleton

Too cold,
Too sweet.

This sticky, filmy membrane like the
Skin of a candy-colored lobster,
Or the body of a superintelligent mecha-warrior,
Time-traveling from the far-distant future,

And
looking
at
us...

Like WE'RE the dinosaurs.

A doppelgänger, with a sleek, flashy coating,

A yeti of such non-reactivity,
Like walking in the shoes of a deaf child.

A prototype of nature, maybe.

Built in a billion or so years,
a perfection wrought, ever so sweetly...
Were it human.

Fuzzy, speckled,
And much more dense than air.
They don't bleed.

Internal organs cushioned
By a gelatinous mass,

That
Melts in the hand
And gets your fingers
So
Sticky.