Disremembered

Passage of time and wistfull recollections

Funny how old minds recall

In dim and distant wistful dreams,

The who, what, whens, and where-with-alls.

The waking dead rear angrily their heads

So clearly drawn.  On memory streams,

Synaptic spawn awaken...nude,

Fleshed-out and tough.  Misconstrued,

Wrong-headed stuff from past lives torn,

Upon our re-wired brains appears reborn.

 

We swat, we sponge the scourge away,

We shriek as ghosts shrieked, long and shrill,

Before the lashing cold hands meted down.

With heartless hammered blows, we sought to still

Faint beatings in the breasts we knew so well.

 

Pray ‘tis not too late to purge

That gaping wound of time.  Yet,

Pain’s portal, through which vile hauntings surge,

Likewise, sets upon Pleasure’s path a bit

Of Heaven, paralleling Hell.

 

‘Tis all we may expect to live to tell.

 

Our natures chide us not when deeds are new,

But chafe us bitterly and sweet when life is through.