Posterity Posted

so tell me then illustrious men who've wandered far beyond the ken Of we who strive with words and pen to tell the world of cock and hen who roosted in the way back when in lofts of thatch and wicker den resting in the soggy fen Or tending hind in mountain glen Beside the hearths so plastered then with ashes mixed in salted mud to hold the heat of hand split wood beyond the time of burning well past the times of yearning like cockled eggs and oaten whey to hold us through another day Until the long ships make their way Into this mountain sheltered bay to give us news of how they fared so we may write and spread the word far into times ahead of all our men so dead who sailed the seas and conquered dread while we who shiver in the night and stubbornly record our plight weaving rhyme and beating time with words to be remembered