We found new people in the jungle forest. Untouched people. Never before now no how having anything to do with us. We were in our metal jackets with the rockets on blasting. By chance we happened to look down, altogether, all at once, we saw them. The new people. Really, the old people. The old world. Nothing new about it or them. Except maybe their skin. So smooth looking. So much of it too. Since they don’t wear metal jackets like we do. Glistening and smooth. We could see it all the way up in the sky. It was shining. It was beautiful. We wanted to hold it. We wanted to squeeze it. We wanted to eat it. And we did.