The rememberers of ancient Peru
Had a device, known to a few,

A cord with threads of blue and red,
Memory better than using your head,

With knots and braiding, twisting too,
It told of many a fact they knew,

Crops and yields and famine dates,
The reign of kings and eventual fates,

Historical records, or doing math
Problems, or even an epitaph,

We'll never decipher this intricate scheme,
A nightmare, not a cryptologist's dream,

The knowledge died with them, I think you'll agree,
Like the intimate memories of you and me.

* (key-poo)

by D. Edgar Murray