A TAX

 
 
Deterioration stalks the withering stone  
the world of pyramid, Stonehenge and eye
gray cataracts fill voids in a milk-like layer
arthritic grasps for the indifferent
we stare in stun at the past  
the accelerated scare
while fog stays adrift, carried along with its promise
dreaming in the remembrance
the absolute of color
our future grey and tarot touted  
stuck just out of reach as the hour draws nearer

have You Your monument, flesh of stone preserved  
the pyre burning  
pre-built with extra care and joists  
Your columns are flaking  
while only yesterday painted  
I have a vision
futuristic and telling
soon the eyes will close
never to open again
but for now...
I remember
one day
I'll be
forgot