Anthropology

All those trinkets on the shelves
Say so little about ourselves
But for the dust they collect

And the pictures on the wall
Capture moments to recall
For the ones they affect

The days will pass
And the nights will last
Only so long as we're asleep
And the memories shared are only ours to keep

If flames engulfed everything
See it rise and disappearing
With the ash and smoke in the air

Would we be meaningless
With nothing tangible to express
That we were ever there?

The days will pass
And the nights will last
Only so long as we're asleep
And the memories shared are only ours to keep

Is it chemical or bone,
Flesh or wood or stone?
And would it change a thing?
Would it change anything...

In five hundred years time
All the pieces left behind
Anthropologists will define



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Lyons
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