The Dig

 

Thousands of years later

They found the sacred site

And used their soft sable brushes

To clear the earth from their finds

Here was what looked like a drinking vessel

Owned by a Covid-19 man called Persil

And look part of a plate with the lettering McDon

So possibly owned by someone from the Northern Zone

Inflation devices with logos of Asda and Lidl

Ancient Gods lost to the mists of time

They catalogued their finds by registering images

In their frontal lobes for download later

The three-pronged artefact with trailing ribbons

Of blue and brown and twisted green and yellow

That no one has a clue about – but maybe ceremonial?

These silver tubes that may have contained sacred oils

Called Pepsi, Coke and Carlsberg

Thousands upon thousands

Buried in this ancient mound

A depository for our ancestors

Who cherished these shiny objects enough

To bury them

For future generations to find

And marvel at

Then place them in exhibitions

In holographic museums

And wonder at their primitive beauty

And the longevity of mankind