NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day #16 (extra): curtal sonnet

This poem won't have meaning in the future:
after the fall, after the sheer collapse
of all our forevers. Why write it then?
Some scholar, looking back will try to piece
it all together, try to understand
at what point the inescapable fate
began to unfold. Ruins will remain -
some buildings will survive the blast intact,
as will the internet - all our April poe…