The Funeral

I found your body, sad and strewn,

Around the forest at high noon.

Upon your arrival, I wept for you,

And vowed to show what humans do.

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I laid your corpse amongst the hay,

So you could feel the light of day,

On your strange skin, so soft and grey,

I dropped to my knees and began to pray.

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From where you came, I did not know,

But with care I took you, nice and slow.

Upon washing your fingers and your toes,

I saw your insides begin to glow.

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Is this a thanks from outer space?

Are you alive by some form of grace?

I took to my feet and began to pace.

Unsure what was next, I studied your face.

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Your eyes continued to remain ever closed,

Your chest wasn't beating, for this I did know.

Do alien species breathe differently than most?

This was so new to me; was it all just a hoax?

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I left your body in search of fresh flowers,

To adorn your grave site with all of my power,

It was the least I could do for a life that did matter,

To show that humanity was not left in tatters.

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I found a bed of daisies, both white and fragile,

Before throwing some lady's lace into my satchel,

Then stumbling upon a patch of wild bluebells,

I began building a bouquet from all the sweet smells.

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I wandered back to your final place of rest,

Hoping my efforts were enough for our guest,

I put some of the flowers on top of your breast,

Then placed the remainder around your round head.

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"Here lies a friend whose name is unknown,

From faraway places to Earth, they did roam.

They came in peace in a spaceship of chrome,

They are free to sleep; this planet, their final home."