Exhumation

in a language
both strange and familiar.

to stumble into and write down
what we never got to

waiting for something
sympathetic to what we were

After we are gone, the poems
we never got to will remain,

We will need "the map that leads to you" (Maroon 5 - Maps)
This idea of invisible fossilization scares me.
This -"waiting for something
sympathetic to what we were" may take a long time and , yes, an unusual talent gifted in the current strange and familiar of its generation.
So many poems - so little time!

I was just writing about this very same concept the other day--a prose piece, not a poem. Apparently, ideas don't wait for death to two-time. *

Universal truths don't just go away, so I've heard. *

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Thanks, everyone, for reading and commenting.

Words outlive us all. Good poem.

Thank you, Sam.

Nailed it.

Thank you, Neil.