Historians will be things of the past in the future.
The present won’t become history as we know it.
Placing the bible, shakespeare, the new york times,
a copy of our town in a citibank cornerstone
will be as anachronistic as raptor bones in tar pits.

Our time
is on line.
Library Of Congress
on a
dime.
Humanity on a
pin head.
The fog shrouded mystery of our errors
exposed
in the
plink
of an I-pad.
All the wonder of wondering
how we felt,
how we farted,
how we fornicated,
revealed by
oogling google.
A peak
at a chip
and there
we’ll be.

“I remember when a dog could lay down on Main Street all day
and never have to move. Sometimes it’s better to just stay
home”.