It would be nice if we could trust your tongues
And skulls to save us. We’d rather trust stones
And ceramics, please, thank you very much,
If it’s all the same to you who must go
Back to dust yourselves, soon enough. Stamp us
Into clay, paint us on the walls of caves,
Anything to save your names or what you thought
You wanted us to say. You know of course
We’ll only say what those who find us think
You meant us to say, which is what they would
Like to say. Ok, as long as we stay.
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