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?
Reflective and interrogatory.Glimpses of history.Engaging.