What will they say when our collective voices have fallen silent
What will they say of our accomplishments and of our abysmal failures
What will they say of our enduring compassion and capacity to love
What will they say of our jealousy, of our avarice, of our ignorance and of our hate
What will they say of our many wonders and of the destruction we have visited upon ourselves and our world
What will they say of the way we have spent our days and our nights
and in the manner in which we have lived
and how we have approached death
What will they say of our gods and of our demons
What will they say
Will they even know or care
Will it matter
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi