I went exploring along the beach <br />And entered a deep dark cave <br />Torch on, I followed it to the end <br />Whereupon to my surprize <br />I found a human skeleton <br />The police took it away promptly <br />And questioned me at some length <br />But as there was no proof of foul play <br />They let me go free, seemingly reluctantly <br />Over the weeks and months that followed <br />They tried to identify the man <br />To put a name to the poor dry bones <br />They searched the databases the world over <br />Yet not a thing came to light <br />In desperation they then turned <br />To one of those special artists <br />Whom with skull, clay and computer <br />Remade up the missing face <br />I was invited to go along with others <br />To view this sculptered stranger <br />We looked long and hard <br />But he remained just a stranger <br />Yet as I came away, headed home <br />Something nagged at the back of my mind <br />Almost as if I had perhaps seen him <br />Once, in passing, many years ago <br />Eventually they gave up and a funeral took place <br />I went along feeling I should <br />As his finder, pay my last respects <br />It was as I left the church <br />To begin my homeward journey <br />It struck me hard, what we had all missed <br />That as humanoid as that creature had seemed <br />It was not human.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-skeleton-3/
