The ancients seemed to bury things that interest later ages,
Thereby allowing civilization's analyzation of its stages.
Let us project forward about three millennia down the pike
To visualize what would then be termed an archaelogic strike.
When a classic Coca-Cola bottle is dug up by some digger,
It's sensuous form perceived. What purpose will they figure?
While gingerly from around it, dirt, a worker carefully scrapes,
Maybe they'll think it was sculpted to worship female shapes?
People will examine our "stuff", wondering if it was junk.
Some university will on the table some research dollars plunk
To put us in proper perspective, so as not our history to rig.
They'll strive to learn about us and our lifestyle truly dig.
The trappings of our society, now considered all important
Will all come back to haunt us through future's eyes undaunted.
A simple thing as some coffee grounds in a cup of styrofoam
Will likely be the object of some learned scholar's tome.
They'll find more useless material than we would care admit,
They'll see we threw out a single shoe, if the shoe just didn't fit.
More careful use of our resources should have been in order,
For reserves in those future times will assuredly be shorter.
That someone's even around in about three thousand years
Will show man had the foresight to have left himself some heirs.
And hopefully some artifacts from which it can be shown
That 21st Century mankind flourished and its future hadn't blown.
Copyright © 2012 by Frank Koerner