Memories murdering other memories in cold blood;please approach the bench

We are chattering dialog
subtitles at the bottom of a black and white Japanese film
waiting patiently
on wooden interrogation stands

to be cross examined
by lawyers,
hammerhead sharks
in vertical aquariums from our childhood memories;

where concrete artic glaciers broke to the heavens
and I stood
snapshot happy with my brother
for a revolving door moment in time.

chum soaked choppy waters
waving perpendicular black pen marked official papers,
detrimental
to our very case of imaginary sandy beach chair leisure tan lines

and life at the stern helm of picture flashes
from the god box.
no one escapes unscathed
as the guards held their post

at the towering gates
and worn spears of death.