Dust To Dust

It was suggested that I plan my Own funeral The entities living on me In me Have ensured that I will not last forever I lived quietly among my family for eons Uninhabited But never lonely Then the entities came Looking for virgin land Wild and free With no history - as far as they were concerned They lived here peaceably For a hundred sun orbits And multiplied and prospered They had brought life forms with them And they, too Multiplied and prospered Until I became overcrowded The entities Moved out of their original small settlements And built vast cities Which necessitated digging into my soil Blasting my hills Retraining my rivers’ natural paths They melted my poles And emptied my oceans Soon I was covered in concrete They polluted the air The land The water Until I lay in spoils Dying So now I must plan my funeral Brothers, play the music of the spheres for me Mourners, pray to the sun for me Remember how happy I was before The occupation The entities are finally leaving In search of another virgin Sisters, will you send out advance warnings? “To the next victim: Beware noisy unheeding beings Who land with silver ships And make false promises I don’t know, maybe you can freeze them out Or melt them down Blow them away Or shake them off Or drown them I hope you do not do what I did: Accept them in peace And hope” I don’t know when or if these entities will ever learn To respect what is not theirs So I must plan my funeral Brothers and sisters, could you combine Your energies To push me closer to the sun I would like to be cremated To return from whence I came I do not wish to remain here A forgotten A dead dusty red planet Alone