No Longer Post-Modern

Hallowed
becomes shallow
as the years 
scroll along.

Will there be
enough items
to develop memory
as we go?

There are enough
things.
We could remember.
Can we also narrate?

This is not a fragmented time.

What we must do
is join things together
in a way that they have not
been joined before.

We shall not feel
ashamed. 
We can assign
blame.

As we glow,
hallowing,
we grow,
shallowing,

our drying river shivers 
in a moody middle sun
as the world pretends
that it's about to end.