Whimpers scamper one to the next
hooded, huddled, foggier than how to
rememories conspire tirelessly
for re-life, unremitting reliquaries
malcontent with hidden reasons
Youth grows up memorializing its
former selves, adulation only past
pasts beyond sacred, unreasonable,
insipidly desired, rolling like a series
of fields and their mice, bent on digs
Call it faithful archaeology, ye electricians
(academicians in Jeep's clothing)
carry it on and of like transistors
taking commands and giving resistance
against the siren wrongs of yesterday
Roman Ryan 