The last man searched each crater now, for treasures saved from burning. He finished this as shadows searched; moving East in passing. The last man walked, his treasure gathered; found a bank and entered it. He walked amid the roof-less thing, shaded some by walls still standing. He reached the vault, and stepped inside, each treasure found was taken too. He placed each one by walls of steel, closed the door, and locked it tight. Man _must_ have a legacy, and on the wall he wrote: "GATHERED HERE ARE WORKS OF MAN; THAT YOU THAT COME MAY KNOW HIM. THE NAMES OF EACH; (the last man writes,) THE ITEM LAYS BENEATH IT. "Coke Bottles; Golf Balls; Lip Stick Cases; Powder Puffs. "Soda Straws; Nurses Shoes; Prophylactics; Aerosels. "HiFi Records; Cowboy Boots; Living Bras; and _Neon Signs_." The man in dying took one _sign_, and placed it by itself. Alone it stood--in reverence--above it were these words: "'JESUS SAVES,' THIS ONE SAYS, BUT FAILED TO TELL US _HOW_." THE END