Archeology of Then and Now

Contemplations sweep the streets with dusty brooms

Mix with the smoke, the talk, and the people

Roads of time eroded, tiny veins to the psyche bleed through

Physical flaws clinging to lingering theories, evolution of madness:

Just the clothesline of routine.

Signals mix with language, the buildings of fragile society

Broken and fixed with tape, gauze and cement—still cracking from use

To one person in a tank, they’ve only got their fishbowl of a world

Bathing mindlessly in their fantasies and dreams

Copper pennies dropped and litter the dirt, crows gather, pick up scraps of humanity

Intelligence in shiny objects soon tarnished by human time

Left in dumpsters to rot and decay

Like gravestones marking the dead:

The archeology of then and now.