Oblivion

We were fed, and fattened
 By the millet strewn tales;
 Which swayed like barley in our minds.
 Those wooded bowls of grain
 That spoonfed our souls
 Warmed and filled us
 Until we grew whole.
 But they had foretold;
 The Patriarchs,
 That we’d grow old
 And as we did, we’d forget
 That once we’d eaten, like they had
 And that once, we’d too, tasted oblivion

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