Memory Board
he could not remember when he last put it to purpose
but nostalgia stared at him straight at face values’ frown
the typewriter ribbon hung onto the spool for dear life
a once proud carriage corroded and set on no return
like in a silent movie the roller release was speechless
a tray full of paper lay moth ridden in lost anticipation
a story in itself abandoned on the trash heap of sorrow
then an air raid warning siren disturbed his thoughts
incendiary bombs were drawn to the attic of his mind
fighter planes cradled the sky and dropped heavy loads
they called it retribution but it was massive slaughter
of epic proportions as memories flushed out retrograde pain
the laptop gave one final moan and the electric circuit
tripped and trapped him powerless in regressive void
his fingers burned on the keyboard and he was careful
to ration the oil for the machine in view of explosions
and the fine screwdriver trembled in his weary hands
somewhat disconnected but he refused to give way
to arrest as he fiddled with the Olympia Travel Deluxe
out of touch but in tune with overwhelming detonations
the trigger of flash backs emerged from his conscience
a candle of life flickered and breathed a sigh of relief
wax smirched his hands as he tried to steady the flame
accused him of falsification if he failed to recall reality
and recollect the dangers of power politics and assault
his only weapon remained the antiquated portable tool
and his only chance of survival was to narrate the truth
they retrieved his body and thought a finger was missing
but found it firmly attached to the shattered front scale
like a ghost writer some part of his memories told the tale
31st May 2021
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2021
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