After the Forgetting
They are older now of course,
fat tabby cats are living longer,
mountains wear down
and trees spring up
as tall as ever.
The planet caught a disease;
we can't recall when
or where.
The sky is getting closer to the ground -
I notice things.
Few are found. Many remain.
They have forgotten.
I see them all.
We used to call the old ones
'Alzheimer' victims,
now we are all one wound.
They live in a world not yet drenched
with the blood-soaked gore
of our own memories -
how we envy them.
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