Future Archeology

Perceptions of a ragged space, all that was left by the human race, there's not a lot left to see at all, as their carelessness was seldom small. Let's dig around in that frazzled ground, for that's where there's bound to be, some signs of dodgy chemistry or maybe just a little radiation, the sort that killed another nation, though they said it wasn't bad at all, any effects would be so very small, just as asbestos would never embroil us in disease, nor would a little spilt oil. But profit ruled the minds of men, the bosses say do this thing and then, you'll have enough to pay the rent, but wouldn't as it was always spent on a merry night out with the boys, long before those electric toys just sinking pints to rinse the dust, before staggering home all filled with lust, Then some had coal with a price too pay, only if they 'bought it', down the pit one day, other times they might just cough it out, smuggled home in their lungs no doubt, or maybe they were lost out in the wild sea aiming to catch that fishy for the rich folks tea, others were mangled up in the cotton mill wheels, where safety guards didn't hide belts and reels.. And ever as man moved to make it safer than before, some new peril would be found to drop men onto the floor be it from a toxic gas or perhaps a mercury leak, what did it matter while some profit they'd seek, the waste might well taint the rivers and poison all the fish they ate and so keep their children small, small and weedy with some horrendous rash while the air was grey with muck and ash. I could go on for many a verse, but I've no wish to be perverse, for by now the penny will have dropped for those whose brains have not been shot, by additives to make processed food have taste or keep it 'fresh' longer so as not to waste, any scraps of reclaimed muck and gristle, oh dear, now I've gone and blown the whistle. And thats before I even mention the Taiji men who slaughter dolphins by the thousands and then sell their flesh with labels as if another meat, what is it that Japan now consumes for a treat, I wonder do they ever know for sure, what it is they bring in through their doors and so the follies still go on and on do you wonder why I feel so strong? ©Rhumour August 28th 2010