When They Dig Me Up

They’re going to dig us all up one day

That’s where this is heading

Eventually they’re going

To run out of dinosaur bones

And you know when that happens

They’re going to start

Digging up humans

And when they dig me up

I hope they put me somewhere nice

Well, they don’t just leave you there

Don’t you know

How archeology works?

Once they dig you up

You’re up

That’s it

That’s your second life right there

Up and at ‘em

Then they either put you

In a museum

Or in a lab

Or they write a book about you

About who they think

You were

In my case, they won’t have to think too hard

Because I’m being buried with a notebook

Detailing my life

The better parts of it

And then I’m having the notebook

Wrapped in plastic

And inserted into my ribcage

That way they worms won’t get at it

I don’t see any reason

To make the archeologists

Work harder than they have to

I’m not sure what they’re going to find out

When they start poking at me

But I’m guessing they’re going to think

That human beings

Back in the days of now

Were fascinating

And often morbidly obese

Creatures

They’ll have something to say

About how bad my toe bones are

Because of all the ballet

And also

The cage fighting

Maybe they’ll wonder

Why my left elbow

Looks the way it does

And I can’t even tell ‘em

In the notebook

Because I don’t know

Why it looks that way either

The way I see it

The human body

Is a mystery

And why try

To solve a perfectly good

Mystery?

You think I ever got this growth

On my eyelid checked out?

Nope

The freckle on my back

That keeps changing colors?

Nope

The patch of hair

That fell out

And then grew back

As a finger?

Not interested

Let the people eons from now

Figure all that out

Like my aunt said

Right before she died

Of god-knows-what--

What’s going on

Inside of me

Is none of my business

When they dig me up

They can sort through

All that

The questions

The quandaries

The twelve-inch tail

I was born with

That’s all for them

The way I see it

You have to contribute

Something to the world

Even long after

You’re gone

And I’ll tell you something

When they open up
My coffin

They’re in for one hell

Of a treat