Forgotten Songs

That moment after victory, that dance
that shout, the plans for duck boat parades
those beating chests, kisses from pretty strangers
the last discovered continent before the rift
as the blazing meteor descends, destroying all evidence
and perplexed future archaeologists piece together
the shards of mirrored civilizations, as jaguars
lope through leafy jungles, cancer researchers
shaving bark in the everlasting quest to cure death,
there in the hissing breaths of emphysema
in the hubristic wards of the unbreakable
there where our sins find us out, we lie and chant
struggling to remember the chorus words
of forgotten songs.


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