Buried In A Blog

Last night, in the small hours,
I lay awake for a while trying
to sketch out a poem in my head.
The title would be something like
Buried In A Blog. Maybe in years
to come, archaeologists will dig
in the ruins, whatever those ruins
may be, unearthing objects of
possible interest. Bits of bone,
coins, some metals. Does vinyl rot?
That led me to remember Keats's
Ode To A Grecian Urn. What is our
equivalent? What would be on it?
And what of Truth and Beauty -
not to mention fame, influence, money.
And how famous or not is Robert Hooke?
Why is/was he over-shadowed by Newton?
Make a poem of that lot? Hmmm...