Letter to the Dead Aliens (I’m Sorry, My Friends)
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A metaphor, perhaps.

Letter to the Dead Aliens (I’m Sorry, My Friends)

I found your bodies a mile away from the junkyard in Texas.

I was meeting someone there

I was meeting someone there to give them a sofa, torn up and stained.

I got a new dog, you see.

As she was about to drive off in a dusty Jeep, I asked where I could grab a bite.

She pointed out to the desert and said there was a restauarant a few miles out there, closer to civilization.

I drove along a road that hadn’t been repaved in years,

and then I saw it.

Can’t say I was too surprised.

Can’t say I was too surprised. I’ve always believed in aliens. But I pulled over and got out of the car, just to make sure.

You all looked so broken and hopeless.

It was then I decided I had to bury you.

I grabbed a shovel from my truck and started digging an enormous hole.

There were only seven of you. I figured you’d want to rest together.

As I worked, I paused to study your wounds. Gunshots.

It was no accident, like I had assumed. Someone had shot you down.

I clenched my fists and shouted to the sky.

But there was nothing I could do.

Afterwards, I put back the shovel, beads of sweat lingering on my forehead. And I drove off once more.

I am writing this because I want you to know,

that no matter what they did,

your ship was beautiful

and so were you.

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