Remember Verdun.
Not for heroism (no)
but for the senselessness of exploding skulls
and how provincial and bureaucratic rivulets 
erode to trenches of hell.

Remember the ceratopsia.
Not for horns (no)
but that they (too) didn’t die for sinning
and that we are their inheritors, 
the children of Chicxulub. 

Remember the ENIAC.
Not for crudeness (no)
but for the elegance of its clay and fire circuitry 
and its Golem obsequiousness; 
it will solve our problems, then solve us.

Remember Facemash.
Not for kitsch (no)
but for the upper middle class, finished basement cynicism 
and how wild that its basic bitch binary became the basis 
for all governance (and everything else).