What will they say of us
in a thousand years?
If there is anything left
of our story,
they might know
the threads that unraveled
as we died.
How strange we will surely seem,
like ancient Rome
now seems to you and me.
We will be the superstitious barbarians
who ruled the world
but understood nothing.
We will be the gluttonous fools.
We will be the plague that killed itself.
