A Poor Aunt

"If, ten thousand years from now, a society came into being that was peopled exclusively by poor aunts- with a town hall run by poor aunts who had been elected by poor aunts, streetcars for poor aunts driven by poor aunts, novels for poor aunts written by poor aunts- would they open the gates for me? 
    Then again they might not need any of those things- the town hall or the streetcars or the novels. They might prefer instead to live quietly in giant vinegar bottles of their own making. From the air you'd be able to see tens- hundreds- of thousands of vinegar bottles lined up, covering the earth. It would be a sight so beautiful it would take your breath away.
   Yes, that's it. And if, by any chance, that world had room to admit a single poem, I would gladly be the one to write it: the first poet laureate of the world of poor aunts. I would sing in praise of the glow of the sun on the green bottles, of the board sea of grass below."