Not Unaware - Mark Telles

[Larry Robinson]

Not Unaware
 
The community’s time capsule resides beneath the parched and nearly
barren earth. A forlorn coffee can size relic coffin.
 
Above ground, a dusty bronze plaque specifies the far-off date when a
future citizenry should exhume and examine the artifacts.
 
The concerned civic leaders who buried the specially designed
canister have long since found their eternal resting places.
 
Should the premonitory marker yet be discovered, the container unearthed
and the contents retrieved; a trio of telltale objects would be recovered.
 
An empty plastic water bottle, a car key, a cell phone and nothing more.
 
At the time of the symbolic interment, some were opposed to such a
pointed and blatant characterization of their entire culture.
The realists however, prevailed.
 
The seasons such as they are, come and go. Dry incessant winds
howl across the scorched and inhospitable landscape.
 
A few small creatures scuttle about near the forsaken site, oblivious of
the three carefully chosen harbinger objects resting undisturbed  
a few feet below.
 
 
    - Mark Telles