You’ll end by walking with ghosts,
leafing through a history of memories,
listening to the fade out of melodies,
I don’t remember Nostradamus
telling that to us
maybe my memory is a ghost
walking with a ghost
how would I know?
The population, the climate,
from man back to primate
which we’ve always been,
he quickly checks his thumbs
just in case
and she said,
I don’t like fish,
which is odd because
we were all fish once.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.
