Archaeologists like pots
all the empty vessels holding stories
all the bowls flasks amphorae
with dried and baked-in residues
fractions of past sustenances
past pleasures
Scrape and analyse
dregs from those abandoned sherds
if you are willing
if you have the tools
to excavate the emptiness
scratch meanings from remains
subject them to analysis
reconstruct the lost
what might be left of me
my nothingness
for you to remember
I’m hunting through my past
it looks hollow
but I measure
carbon and nitrogen isotopes
see patterns find stoned
dancing at the old synagogue
the coldness of night sand dunes
dawn frost and bird counts
noon poetry
amorphous organic remains
absorbed in to the clay
enduring over millennia
terrestrial animal fats
aquatic animal fats
plant oils and waxes
a good stew by a blazing fire
and cheese of a sort
fermented rice
hawthorn grapes and honey
a wild white wine for
partying by the Yellow River
that brief 9000 years ago