What would happen
if nine eleven
happened on nine seven?
This is loosely inspired by today’s prompt and a Kurt Vonnegut book I’m reading, called Time quake. Time gets turned back 10 years, and everybody has to relive the 10 years again, without the possibility to change anything. When the time quake is suddenly over and free will enters the stage again, things are confusing for people.
This poem has a different angle. It’s about when things are different. I’ve always been interested in “What if…” questions about history.
This three line question really makes me wonder, but also makes me sad. So many people lost so many people. It’s a painful question. Feel free to create your own answer.
This was today’s prompt: “Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.”
Unassorted stories 