Studying the Bones
An Artist Lament
We'll probably not make exciting fossils,
There will just be too many of us
preserved in formaldehyde
and dry, undisturbed graves.
The next great species of intelligent creatures on Earth
should not find it difficult to understand us,
as we will leave so many records
and material goods.
Surely we cannot totally obliterate
our widespread concrete cities
nor hide entirely our massive
The Earth would have to conjure
by unfathomable diastrophism
sucking our signs within itself
totally destroying our record.
Despite our present pervasiveness
there is ephemera the account cannot contain.
Where will be preserved
that body of knowledge which dissipated
when each individual died?
Where are the unique ideas
that did not quite register in paper
What would have been
the extended chain of events
had some of these lost ideas been expressed
Would the waves emanating outward
have driven generations of new ideas...
would the energy have, merely dissipated
in evolutionary dead ends?
Where might those lost ideas
have led each individual?
Would there have been
Life must have ended
for many geniuses to have emerged
altering history's directions.
We live in a brief moment
not truly sensing the great and slow patterns
of an evolving Universe.
or less so
in the greater galactic time scale
human emergence has plainly been ignored.
Now we are concerned with the immediate
sensing our mortality...
recognizing that there is an end
and then hiding from that recognition...
tucking it into the unconscious.
My energy and yours
is burning away.
The spirit cannot forever be replenished.
Someday the atoms will dissipate.
Someday we will not be recognizable
by personality and achievement.
We shall be bones awhile.
Some germ of my energy
and uniqueness can live a time
in recorded words
works of art
and in my children.
There is some flame passed on
Perhaps these traces of existence
will be for a few moments
until distances of generations and time
diminish any impact
and the Earth just swallows.
Will there be a chain of continuing
to which we have contributed?
Will there be a thread of thought
woven into the great fabric?
Will there be
generations of children?
What have I touched?
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