My
memories are not immortal
Like
the fossils of prehistoric ages
Vouched
Guarded
Protected
By
obsessive historians
And
neurotic
Time
licks on my memories
Like
flies feeding on dead meat
My
memories are mortal
Like
a child
Who
at the time of birth
Dies
As
if it never existed
Even
within the womb
And
leaves me
Mourning
Like
a decapitated mother
Such
long years
Of
indifference
Have
my memories rotten
I
reek
From
the pigeonholes of time
I
called you last night
To
breathe freshness
Into
the ruins of my rotten past
Your
spear tongue killed me again
After
Nothing
within me
I
preserved for years
Like
obsessive scavenger
And
neurotic lover
Could
be vouched
Guarded
Protected
From
the rottenness
You
enforced upon me
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