Drain my senses

Drain my senses

Too easily overwhelmed

In sentimentality

Tearfully drawn

In recollection

Of halcyon days

Taken to extreme

Never were they

As they seem

When viewed in isolation

Is this a folly

Of remembrance

Blood red poppies

Gushing in overflow

Ars longa

Vita brevis

Cenotaphs are mausoleums

Marble is cold to the touch

Never did life mean so much

As yesterday

When today was just a pipe dream

Wrap me up

In brown paper

Iron out the creases

In a soul

Crumpled in excuses

For ease of transportation

Between places

Of historical interest

To no one

Newspaper messages

Carry faded stories

Underlined

Headline makers

Scream silently

In the burning

Save me

From scorched earth

Boxed up

And left in storage

Let me sleep

In darkness

Until the narrative

Needs to feed

On a few dried leaves

Newly minted

Into a corsage

Of sympathetic words