Saturday, May 19, 2018


    Creeping up, he never heard
    My thoughts.  Writhing while
    I watched, he didn’t care.  His 
    Face contorted as the last of
    His memories slipped away.  I
    Stepped aside to let them pass,
    Marking, as I did, the place

    With a turned-down page.
    They won’t need us to fly
    Or drive cars.  They can
    Rebuild our arms and legs.
    Time was I climbed several
    Peaks near here and could
    See the activity below.

    Time was I cared and said
    So to the faces which would
    Go blank as their thoughts
    Went black and their
    Tongues clogged, stopping
    Whatever words they
    Would say if they could.

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