My Santiago

Our Temples

One day,

In the distant future,

Archaeologists will excavate

to considerable excitement -

A site of one of our many temples,

And they will theorise

About the found artefacts.

They will uncover a place

where a faded sign will read;

“Food Court”

With other equally tantalising inscriptions,

Tarnished, faded,

But through the dust reading,

“Mac Dona... “the last three letters lost,

Leaving them to guess what it might have been.

A shrine perhaps for worship?

Or a sacrificial altar,

Where virgins were offered to their gods,

Placating them,

And delivering good fortune, long life, good health?

They will find cavernous concrete - pillared monoliths,

Littered with metal boxes,

Varied colours, shapes, and

with rubber feet,

And try and fathom

the stupidity of this wasted space;