Vast Eternity III

Now let us sport while we may…I love that so many people are commenting on Levine’s distinction between “poetry temporal” and “poetry eternal” and my own volley against using criticism as a staging ground to launch one’s own poetry bottlerocket. It seems, though, that the very dialogue itself is caught up in the temporal rather than the eternal. So, since my time here in the blogosphere is limited, I’d like to change up the dialogue by asking what kinds of poems will be of interest in a thousand years?

I personally think that the stuff we think of as poetry will have blown by the wayside and been replaced by something with more staying power. I don’t know what that is, but if I were to wager, I’d say that my three hottest picks for what will survive as poetry one thousand years from now are:
Thriller by Michael Jackson (and it may be that only the lyrics that Vincent Price recites will be remembered)
Rapture by Blondie (like Thriller, a prophetic vision)
Ya Mama by Wuf Ticket (everyone likes a good throw-down)
Have I left out anything that might obviously be considered poetry of the late 20th/early 21st centuries?
You live in a tree; you eat coconuts!
And your whole family's got buffalo butts.
When you sit down, you need TWO seats.
Extra strong to hold all that meat.
A thousand years will not improve upon the timeless classics of this era, mais non?