“Become a hero:
A photograph of what’s great!”
You’ve got a quiet resignation
To be an epitome;
A tomb for science’s
Quirks.

Their testing is
An investment of time.
But you are the best,
The simple,
And mostly perfect.
You were our own.

They observed your stellar composition,
With an autopsy of your
Psyche.
They had observation from distances while you were
Covered and obscured. They hissed,
“You are our feed mill.”