Foresworn whether he knew
Or remembered the recollection
Rendered him of his days
Undermined all his travesties
Worked magic sin delight
The old city and its
Cemeteries dug up trammeled
By a buried train and
Tunnel deep
Insight don’t go too
Far don’t run away
The old turn table record
Player that no longer
Knows
How to play drips of
Dropping rain undermined
And rendered all his
Days remembered whether
He forged them in memory
Of his skull final night
Dug up apple trees
Trudged them up for
Cemeteries tombstone
Train whistle barrels through
The final corner of the
Old city out of
Sight.
