Team Managers Dream Tomorrow

All the teams are out tonight,
Warriors or astronomers,
Protesters, athletes, and cops,

Huddled in the cold or hunched
In fluorescent-lit bunkers,
Planning invasions or coups,

Elections or disruptions,
Or how to get their mirrors
Focused on the stars. The stars,

If any of them have teams,
Don’t seem to be focusing.
Whose side are you on out there?

Unseen readers in the night,
Who we’ll never get to know,
Who may never read at all,

Can you remember our world?
Can you recall the team names,
The wars, the science, who won?

Imagine these lines buried
In ten thousand years of dirt.
That’s twice human history,

So far, but who knows how far
These teams can manage to go?
Maybe you. Maybe you know.