In two thousand years

In two thousand years, I wonder if there will be anyone alive as widely discussed as those we study and those alive right now, not needing sir names to be set apart. For example, “Did you read in class about Bob yet?” Or, “let us discuss the deeper implications of Bob’s neo-existential philosophy.” No, most likely not. All things being equal, they’ll probably talk about the same dead guys that we’re still all fussing over. As though two thousand years hasn’t produced a human word more relevant. As though the experience and passage holds all things constant, I am certain the books will become more complex and intricate. I am certain that those able to decipher their codes will become harder to find, and paid more for their services. I have seen it in my lifetime. I am certain that no one will have a monopoly on knowledge, and all will still be equal in the eyes of elites. How certain I am, that there will not be mention of Andrew, or this poem in two thousand years.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry