In spite of or because of what was I really thinking?
and as the counsel of Kings cast their votes
brings to me thoughts of what was to be
and what was to come.
The crack den was open for business
when the morning struck fear into death
and as I drew a breath with my breath on the pane
I saw it and saw death again.
And if in the remembering of memories stores up more memories in memory
I’ll soon be nothing but memory.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.