-the profundity of certain parts-

due to our advancements in detection and tracking

we’re no longer leaving much behind in the classification

of artifacts for future archeologists to discover.

they'll no longer be able to realize what's what with our parts.

we'll make it a dying field of endeavor.

when the Sputnik fell back to Earth we saw it coming

and gathered every surviving fragment for preservation.

the archeologists of the future will be left empty-handed

when it comes to the Sputnik.

they’ll dig up the bones of men like me and wonder how

we survived such a primitive existence.

they’ll saddle me a nickname.

“Todd”, they'll call me, "Tod" for chrissakes!

there I'll be in a seated position just above a near-

complete Motorola, calcified in the rock.

they’ll dig and brush to find me draped-over the cathode-ray tube,

buried years before me and dig-up my big toe bone and the vertical-

hold knob, just under the once, great cathode-ray tube.

so, we’ll leave the archeologists to our bones and the bones

of our dear departed appliances, and they're entitled to them, I suppose.

but not to the bones of the Sputnik. no-siree-bob!

dem dry, Russkie bones is ours.