Monday, August 8, 2011

3224. THE COLOR OF LEAD

THE COLOR OF LEAD
Well then, let us lead off with something :
a list of the ancient Kings, a geography of
ancient cities, something to remember
us by. Yes, Us; that varied race of stalwart
little animals, smudging our lands
and places with human grime.
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As we are, so we ever were : no worse
than groundhogs, moles, weasels, ants.
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There are no specific words to mark
this alleged and swampy dump. The
rusted cars of other days, yes, they do
still sag and rot on weakened springs,
with rusty water and broken glass, in
place - sagging to metal death in certain
junkyards of our minds. We do not mind.
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Having to run, like this, leave quickly,
go and come, these are harsher burdens.
The color of lead? Perhaps a very
meaningless gray, like the shade
of so much of our own time.

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