Eaten

As you eat, you are eaten

Consumer, consumed

The lesser fleas dine

Shall I order your wine?

— January 23, 2013

Forgotten

Yesterday, beneath the cold winter sun

I forgot your name

There was a time when I knew it

When I spoke it in joy

When the words “great” and “legend”

Shimmered around it

Yesterday, there were different words

And your name was forgotten

Before you were born

On days beneath the warm summer sun

We would stand

One foot touching ground

The other strapped in with our hopes

To pedals poised
And waiting for the flag to drop

As the crowd flashed by

With our gathering speed

Your name was an unborn dream

That one day, a native of our soil

Would glide beneath the Arch

Arms raised high

That our flag would wave above you

As the first to wear the Yellow

Since our fathers were young

Now, the crowds are silent

Still pictures of glory undone

History, lifted from the pages

And scattered to the winter winds

— January 20, 2013