The Legacy of Cursive

What would they think

of squiggly lines,

scribbled over
ephemeral paper.
Would they know,
of sonnets and ballads
of heartbreaking love;
of treatises
of war and peace;
of the heroism
of mere mortals;
of wisdom
of the ages.
Or would they
dismiss it
as tech archaic
swept with history
Rudiments and vestigial
of a time bygone
With it
told secrets.
The prompt for Day 26 of NaPoWriMo 2017 is to write a poem that relates to how future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist. My poem is inspired by the dying art of cursive writing.

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