Perhaps the start of something

Arrival

Behind a sheet of glass six inches thick
five eyes on stalks observe the human crowd.
Its noises of digestion grow so loud
humans feel dizzy. Some of them are sick

sick at the thought of what the creature eats
even if all that rotting flesh was clone
and though the diplomat is here alone
save for its own, and several allies', fleets.

They do not understand the noble soul
that lies behind those eyes' sweet sapphire gaze.
Inside his acid bath, some Mozart plays
He feels that human music makes him whole.

It saddens him that mere appearance could
stop good interntions being understood.