Worms chop away, termites sink in.
The pungent dust and vivid aroma
of time mingle together.
Scraps heap high,
the whole object never to be discovered.
Cob-webbed memories of General Lee,
Grant, and Stonewall
drift like shadows with a dull ache.
It's the moments we sit and stare,
the only hours we really live.
We count the challenges of history
and look on our futures like that of the mahogany chair leg
with insects and wet snakes munching on our slime.
Grand old past--
terrifying future.
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