Good afternoon. I’ve forgotten something but I can’t remember what it was. Gone and forgotten. Dust and sand blow over the ruins of ancient ruins, ancient kingdoms. Jewels of the west, of the east, of the north, of the south. Petrified fossils of trees the only remnants of great forests where emperors hunted plentiful game. Where paramours sat by long-forgotten sparkling waters, lakes now hidden by the changing of dunes whose phantom iridescence eludes even the most dedicated explorers, so far removed from water these old bones now lie. I like to think that if I dig down far enough, I’d find those nobles hunting great game in their beautiful forests. I’d find those bustling cities overflowing with goods and frenzied merchants. Perhaps I’d even find those lovers still embracing on the banks of that crystalline lake.
Callback
So far, so well
Come and gone
Numb at the base
Tell me again
about the test case?
Today a day like any other
Today a day, just another
Upset your mother
Unseat your brother
How the tides of war shape you
Someday you’ll understand too
Fare thee well
Peer again into the swell
Find a gleaming agate still
Remember those pretty little stones
How those little hands held them
How those shining eyes beheld them
History forgets
But I remember
Every memory a painting
To each beloved, a sainting
Frère Jacques
Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines…
Wake up!
It is time to feed the machine.
Poems by Sam 