Wednesday, 26 April 2017

poetry 2017 / 082

Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.


Screws and buttons
a long wire to connect to--?
Obviously a machine of some sort.
A robot's hand?
One of the early designs;
late twenty first century?
But why, then, no appendages?
Not an android's hand, then, but
ergonomically pleasing to fit a hand
but one with only three fingers.
Were they less evolved that us?
Or more so – Our five digits
must seem an excess to these proto-humans
who must have counted in base six
(one, two, three, four, five, one-zero)
and why a window on the underside?
What a strange civilisation they must have had
and so short-lived. Hardly any time
between Mesozoic era
and the abrupt end of the Cenozoic
Almost a half-life.

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