Demencia (S)
On any given midnight
Beneath each and every fallen night sky
Living lost
In this wild city's jungles
Your memories linger
Growing in numbers
Like passing country fairs
Walking in unexpectedly
Smiling like a reborn JFK
Only to be stolen away
By Father Time
Like a new Cunningham
Burke or Hare
Life's true
Ladrona de tumbas
Of T cells
As he erodes eventually
Everything he touches
As my synapses crumbles
And I enter a new hell
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Dementia.
Ladrona de tumbas (S)
Grave robbers
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