Mementos from an era, epoch of isolating terror |
Time Capsule I picture the far off day, some fifty years away Secreted within legume, distant treasures in the tomb A buried time capsule stuffed with such strange samples Gifts left lovingly behind, a visual tale of all mankind Mementos from an era, epoch of isolating terror Unearthed to someday reveal, so many years concealed Gizmos and gadgets odd, to mock us from the sod. A mystifying store of items, the curiosity heightens A generational mind baffler, sure to garner lots of laughter Current time misunderstood, a drama cast in Hollywood Finders of our golden pod, sure to make them wink and nod They won’t remember the reason, of a bizarre pandemic season Within the tube encased, reminders of the trials faced One question surely asked, why everyone was masked Stimulus check left uncashed, legacy’s kind bank draft Head gear meant to save our ears, from elastic that caused us tears Purple boxes of unused gloves, meant for our golden archives With a multitude of goggles, the mind it certainly boggles Bottles of hand sanitizer, the promised germ disintegrater Swabs to go up your nose, and cause you to wiggle your toes In search of an invisible virus, that blooms hardy like an iris Graduation caps left unpacked, precious memories sacked Computer images of zoom, newfound tool for the classroom Bold newspaper headlines, a telling sign of our times At home to be confined, lists of isolation guidelines Printed political rhetoric, with citizens left festering Revolving numbers of counted cases, the death of unknown faces Signs of protest to let us open, so many fears left unspoken But the most curious tale to be behold, never to be foretold A rarity very seldom seen, riches from the old latrine Captured in the history’s scroll, epic saga of the pristine roll The great toilet paper caper, disappeared from shelves like vapor Even if you come to view it, unless you lived through it Year of 2020 quite a head scratcher, or past version of the body snatcher Line count 40 |