Animality

I saw the underground imaginary place of my generation destroyed how I mourned the afterword. Does the afterword make you shiver? when I think of the animality, I foresee a natural necessity. An animality is dishonorable, it’s colored it’s yellowish, however. you take my afterword and say; you occupy all we need You take the land of my generation and the next. you are not mortal May! And yet you beg to leave, they say together we stand divided we fall. and yet here we are on the cusp of your downfall and we the pillars must hold the next up, I saw the underground imaginary place of my generation destroyed. how I languished the afterword. and yet here we are on the cusp of your downfall does the afterword make you shiver? You have now taken the land of my generation You sit and swish sits and swishes this is the last melody we hum until the sun-drenched night and all we held dear today you walk alone When I sit and ask, I’m presently ninety. Having instantly forgotten what you did along with my own name I sit and wonder if my mad ramblings go unheard Now as the last few who recall who you were slowly pass your familiar pass silently into the mortar, your words fell down the crakes between the floorboards.