If I were lucky enough

The following is a poem written by Ernesto Carriazo, my dear professor and friend.
He was generous enough to allow me to share it with you. Here it is:

If I were lucky enough
To be exhumed
Five thousand years from now
So that one mere thread
Of hair, or rusty tooth could tell
Who I used to be
Or better still
Become the irrefutable
Evidence of another story
That restores my pulverized existence
And recreates
The brilliant fantasies
Of generations upon generations
Of those who examined
My remnants under a microscope,
I could become
What I never was
A colossal palace
Built out of words, and ideas;
The ruler of an ancient empire
That never existed
As it was reconstructed;
Perhaps even a god, or a goddess,
Fierce or benevolent;
Another image to sublimate
The minuteness,
The ultimate nothingness
Of those who may find
”me.”

Ernesto Carriazo
University Park, PA 18 September 2010