Godly

The past exoticizes
Any old thing that survives.
Dig this poem out of the dirt

In five thousand years or so,
It will seem strange, mystical
Maybe, untranslatable.

Maybe its material
Will be its most valuable
Aspect; maybe its script.

Maybe a godly people
Will find it shocking. Maybe
They’ll see proof of godliness,

Their own righteousness, somehow,
In this small scrap left of this
Undgodly, awful era,

When someone could write a text
Too amoral to admit
Future gods created it.