Human

This is a poem I wrote with the idea of if aliens came to earth long after we were all dead to see a bunch of bodies in boxes in the ground. What would that say or think?

What might this be?
Hollow corpse once skin and bone
in a deep hole you lay quiet alone,
for years, century’s on end
Were you forgotten?

Black suit still clean like new,
yet thin white hairs forever age
just as you do.
Hands stiff, weathered, and cold
like what’s left of your insides,
eternally rotten, dry, old.

Dawned beneath rocks and dirt
in a boring box your size.
Is this your home ?
Under flesh time has stolen your eyes.
Eye lids open empty to your skull,
where small insects eat away
along side fungus and mold.

So still relaxed, and clam
by definition nothing more.
Just patient and effortless.
What are you waiting for?
Confused about the place,
the things the corpse lacks
and wont do.

What is the purpose of this?
What are you?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

Hmm, thinking from an alien's point of view, it would be odd if they didn't similar have behaviors, it would give them something to study.

[JohnnyB]

This has a nice flow, Phony, and impressive imagination to boot. Thoughts like this is what leads me to choose to either donate to science or be cremated ;-). As to the question you pose in your descripton, I really don't think it would surprise them, as they would be intelligent enough to immediately know what they were observing, and also (minus environmental concerns for a superior species) probably would have their own "similar" burial rites (I over think, don't I?).