when they dig us
from under the rubble and ruin
will they find what
it was we forgot to remember
will they know us
from remnant inapt iconography
merely another
failed culture succumbed to disease
a congenital hubris
its weight of gargantuan microbes
sufficient to topple
the temple erected to temperament
long gone astray
of foundational principles leaving
the holy of holies
caved in on its sacredmost parchments
dead documents
turned with the bones of enlightenment
back into dust
in the dark of pre-civilized days
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“Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future.”
– Elie Wiesel
From my books Onionskin and Legacies (vol. 2)
What a unique way of thinking..! An artefact’s view of archaeology.. Thoroughly enjoyed the read 🙂 Great poem..!
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thank you most kindly
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Great Quote; Great Poem: I fear the ‘silent’ generation failed to pass its wisdom along to the next generations because we wanted them to be our ‘friends’ rather than our ‘students’ . . .
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a cuttingly insightful comment
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The building blocks on foundations of sand…a poem to remember
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I hope somebody will
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very much enjoyed this
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I’m so glad that you did
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I’m afraid the only thing that will be found is Donald Trump’s hair.
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hahahahahahaha
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You hit a home run, Paul. Great poem.
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if they put a bat in my hand, might as well swing for the bleachers
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This poem triumphs. I feel the pang of humanity.
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thanks kindly
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