Oblivion

Whose memories are they

that we have yet to remember?

Moments in dreams badly dreamt

trundle past like tumbrils

echoing their way across the cobblestones

of a deserted city,

where a conflagration has extinguished

its own brightest flames;

what can we remember of them?

Have we forgotten those names

shouted in adulation?

With arms outstretched upward in everlasting

salute beckoning chaos to have mastery

until the tumbrils rolled no more;

In a deserted city memories lurk

in the shadows to surprise us,

whose memories are they

that we have yet to remember?

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