how history is made
this is clear:
you will die,
eventually.
eventually,
no one will
remember.
your bones,
eventually, will
be excavated.
they will ponder
your life. they will
get things wrong.
they will argue theories
versus theories versus
geological theories.
careers will be made
on the lengths
of your ligaments.
academics
will be heckled
by journalists.
politicians & hucksters
will retell your story
for vacuous ends.
only you will
have seen what
you have seen.
damn it,
this is why
you must live.