What will survive of us?
Larkin thought the answer might be “love,”
But couldn’t prove it.
“The drafts folder was the most interesting place.” “It was always you, in the end.”
“He tried to tell you in his own way.”
Short chains of carbon in the dust,
This is the practical answer.
Old laptops, pacemakers, leg pins.
DNA fibres revealing death’s cause.
Emails we sent and drafts we didn’t send.
The things we said and those we should’ve.
Downloaded porn videos reveal
Proclivities that shock our friends:
Cotton gags, string cutting into the clefts
Of twenty-something Japanese schoolgirls.
But nothing filthy enough to interest strangers.
Old lovers cross their legs, refold the paper,
Study the afterimage in the metro window.
No one remembers everything about someone.